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Music on Whaleships

Because how else will you power through the boredom AND the horrors!?

Two men aboard the Wanderer, photographed by Pardon B. Gifford in 1906 (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

Music featured quite frequently on whalers, though not necessarily in the same way as it might on a merchant vessel. The quintessential musical contribution of sailors—the sea shanty—didn’t hold as prominent a place aboard a whaler as it did on other types of ships. Some captains were particularly strict about keeping noise down while cruising to prevent gallying any nearby whales. Shanties were also less necessary for performing the work: Whaleships tended not to carry a great deal of sail, had a lot of hands aboard available to handle it, and were quite leisurely in their pace as they lolled around the globe for years at a time. This was unlike merchant ships that tended to have smaller crews, larger ships, and tighter schedules, all for which shanties were used more often to coordinate that work effort. However, music was still vital to maintaining good morale during a whalers' work that was, in turns, extremely demanding and dangerous, and extremely dull and mind-numbing. Both of which could really plague a fellow's soul if there was no relief. A panacea for a whaleship's ills, music rang out in the fo'c'sle during idle hours, was sought out during shore leaves, was copied down in remembered songs in the backs of men's journals, and any fellow who hazarded to pick up an instrument or lift his voice was a prized member of the crew.

Read on, under the readmore, since this is also quite a long one with many a photo, journal entry, recorded music, and whalers' original written songs! I really REALLY enjoyed pulling this one together.

Even though they weren't as utilized, there were still occasions when shanties burst out on deck. Greenhand William Abbe of the Atkins Adams (1858) recalled them first being used several months into the voyage. This speaks to the fact that shanties weren't a regular part of whaling work, but rather an instance of one shipmate finally venturing to include them:

“We began to sing shanties last night in hauling aft sheets or bowsing on halliards — Jack leading in 'Johnny Francois' + 'Katy, My Darling' and all hands taking up the refrain + pulling with a will. This pleased the Mate who told us that pretty well for the first time that he liked to hear us make a noise—as it showed that Jack —not Allegany [surname of a crewmate on board] — but any one of us was awake. He laughed—waved his hands— + cried out 'that’s the way sailors'.”

Johnny Francois, aka Boney

They were later "obliged to avast singing + haul away without the "Shantie" as the crew’s singing was so "ludicrous" that they were all laughing over it rather than effectively hauling. But even if shanties weren’t often used aboard the Atkins Adams to set the pace of the work, they still featured during downtime in their watches:

“Jack leading sung the watch out in Shanties 'Johnny Francois' 'Santa Anna' 'Katy, My Darling' +c. Mr. Gorland + Tripp came forward and joined us. It was very cold and wet — but our singing warmed our hearts while we were free from the spray and warm from mutual contact.”

On whaleships, shanties were more frequently employed—though still inconsistently—during more demanding tasks such as weighing anchor or working the windlass to haul up blubber.

While greenhand John Perkins’s ship, Tiger, was lying at anchor at the Hawaiian islands in 1845, he mentioned hearing another whaling crew strike up a shanty upon leaving:

“When called this morning we heard the Neptune’s crew weighing anchor to the tune of ‘Tally hi o you know.’ After breakfast our watch went ashore on liberty”

Tally-I-Oh

Music was also greatly sought out during whalers’ shore leave. Thomas Nickerson, cabin boy of the ill-fated Essex, 1820, wrote about a dance hall in Talcahuano that he was quite unimpressed by, but his other shipmates enjoyed tremendously.

"There we found a few young women seated around the hall on wooden stools, and playing off some Spanish airs upon their guitars to dance by. There did not seem to be either melody or music in their touch, but after such an interval of confinement our men were ready to dance to anything had it even been a corn stalk fiddle. With their guitars were an accompaniment of an old copper pan used as a tambourine. To this music did our men dance apparently with as much satisfaction as though it had been the finest music in the world.”

Music was also one of the first ways whalers and locals at various ports of call built camaraderie between each other, where potential language barriers were no object if someone had along with them a fiddle (and maybe some alcohol). Such an interaction was recorded by Albert Peck, greenhand on the Covington that stopped in Guam in the 1850s:

"Having our fiddler with us, we went from one hut to another giving them a tune at each, which would please them very much, and to show their appreciation of it they would produce a bottle of aquadiente [Aguardiente] or brandy, and treat us to a glass which would consist of a coconut shell, until it became evident that this would not do if we intended to walk to the town, as before long we should be incapable of walking anywhere. So we started for the town."

Whaler-made fiddle c. 1835-50, inscribed with the name Daniel Weeks. (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

But liberty always came to an end. When the Tiger departed Hawaii 10 days later, Perkins noted that they were too glum to accompany their leaving with a shanty:

“We weighed anchor without a song all feeling to bad at departing from summer islands to the cold Norwest sure of hard labor, absolute suffering & danger.”

Amidst that hard labor, absolute suffering, & danger, music served an essential function of bringing in levity and acting as a pressure release valve aboard.

Clifford Ashley, who joined the bark Sunbeam in 1904 on part of her voyage for research, described the music of his dog watch:

"Two misfit concertinas every night sent up their dismal wail to a tune that never varied, often keeping time with the strokes of a couple who pounded up hard bread in a canvas bag to be mixed into a molasses mush for their watch."

A whaler's concertina, c. 1850 (Nantucket Whaling Museum)

Any man who had a bit of a voice or could play a bit of an instrument quickly became a favorite among the crew, even if he only knew one song. Foremast hand William Stetson, of the Arab (1850s), was delighted when a new man they shipped aboard during a provision stop had some faint musical inclination.

“in the dog watches we enjoy ourselves very agreeably by stepping off a lively measure to the tune of “roads to Boston” as performed on the violin by Moody, one of those lately shipped at Lahaina. This is about the only tune he can saw off decently, but he is the first that has belonged to the bark this voyage who has made any pretensions to being a fiddler, and consequently the ‘doleful music’ of the skipper’s cracked violin is usually heard in the evening between the hours of five and seven P.M"

Moody's go-to, Road to Boston.

Even in the absence of an actual musical instrument, crews made do with whatever they could get. William Abbe writes about one such time on the Atkins Adams:

Last night while gamming with F. Willy in the forecastle I was called on deck to help make up a set for a cotillion — being honored as the lady of Curly — we were at a loss for music + were stepping to the hummed air of Johnny the Boatsteerer + the orders of the dancing master — Jack — when Shanghai rushed up from the forecastle + jumping up on the oil cask looked forward of the windlass + squatting his long legs on the cask head began a toot toot on an old tin funnel, followed by Johnny Come Lately on an old tin bread pan for a drum — We greeted our band with shouts — + to the music of our mimic french horn and kettle drum chased up + down + joining hands by partners promenaded with double quick steps round the forecastle deck making the deck ring with our laughter — + the rattling music — both music and steps getting quicker + quicker till Tarpsechorz [Terpsichore] herself would have fled agast — + home belles and beaus would have fainted at the sight —our fun was suddenly interrupted by the order to shorten sail — + our quick stepping was only rivaled by our agility aloft for we reduced sail in unusually short time.

The captain, enjoying their sense of play but finding their makeshift music particularly disagreeable, then came up on deck to give them something to better it:

“Old Man liked the fun but didn’t like the music for Old Woman — brot up on deck a new accordion + calling Charley aft consigned it to him with the injunction to use it well — Charley came forward — delighted— + mounting the spars struck up Fisher’s Hornpipe + the strums sounding through the calm evening animated us till Jack or Molly [a crewmate currently crossdressing for the role] + our barefooted stepping got the whole Ship’s Company in a roar — from the Old Woman to Cabin Boy.”

Crew members of the Charles W. Morgan, 1906, taken by Pardon B. Gifford (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

Sometimes music was a little less favorably received. J.T. Langdon, greenhand on the St Peter, 1840s-50s, had brought his fiddle aboard to entertain himself, and at one point taught the Captain how to play it. On the homeward bound stretch--with his patience with the job and everyone on board strained to the limit--he grumbled about music-making halting getting home quickly:

"There seems to be an little disregard to sailing the vessel on the part of the Captain and the Mate. The 'Old Man' will saw away on his 'old fiddle' and the mate will tinker and the ship goes where she likes. I have sometimes almost cursed the day that I learned the Cap'n to fiddle."

Sometimes, sailing be damned, it was time for an entire musical production, as on veteran whaler John Martin's ship, the Lucy Ann, 1841. He wrote out the Program along with the nicknames of the performers.

"We finished this day with a grand concert given by the whole crew. The audience were sea gulls. The following is the programme of the concert. Programme Part 1st Song. One eyed Riley With chorus by whole crew. - By Chub. "There was a Sheppards daughter, Kept sheep on yander hill" - by Lightning Song. I hit her right on her stinking Machine - by Hominy Head Solo. On Kent Bugle by - myself Part 2nd Song. Cant you wont you stay a little longer - by Turpin "Turkish Lady - Black Leg Duette with Drum & Fife - Chub & [left blank] Part 3rd Song. My dogs eyes makes mince pies - Steward "Morgan Ratler - Spunyarn "The Meremaid in three parts by - Hardy "Trayum with chorus by crew Part 4th Song. Kelly the Pirate - King David "Tally ho - Spunyarn "Lord Lovell that went strange, countries for to see - Hardy Solo. on flute by - Young Norval Part 5th Song. Fanny Blair - Turpin "French Lady - Mizen "All the girls in our town - Steward Part 6th Song. So early in the morning, the Sailors love the bottle O. - by Mocho a color'd Gentleman "Milkmaid - Hominy Head "Two little sisters walking up the street" - Jersey Grand Chorus by the whole Crew on Bugle, Drum, Fife, Flute, Violins, Triangles, &c. & wound up by The mate telling us if we did not quit making such a damned noise he would heave a bucket of stinking water over us. Ends the same.

An excerpt of John Martin's above program:

Often, in the backs of journals whalemen would write songs that are still known today. Rolling Down to Old Maui, Blow Ye Winds, Coast of Peru, Homeward Bound, Saucy Sailor, etc. These were learned on the job, or exchanged between crew mates. From the journal of William Buel of the Wave, 1856, the lyrics to Saucy Sailor which he learned from a fellow greenhand:

"I am young my love and I am frolicsome Good natured kind and free And I don't care a single toss my boys What the world says of me ~~~~ Learnt from my friend Joseph F Horan"

There's something quite lovely to having a shared thread from their lives into the present. We might be separated by a gulf of over a century, but we know the lyrics to the same songs.

Some whalers composed their own songs, too. I'll close with one written by career whaleman Joseph Dias, when he was captain of the St. George in 1853. He ended his lyrics with the note 'Read and Circulate', so I see it as my duty to do him a small kindness 170 years later by circulating it now.

Paradox Come all ye shipmates lend an ear And the truth you soon shall hear Of the Ship St. George in the zealous sea Who is raiseing hell it seems to me — The way we try to get our grease So to strike three whales and save a piece Beside two whales of india ruber The boatsteerer swore to be slack blubber — Very poor advice I freely lend Of a way I highly recommend To take a crowbar and punch a hole Drive in the iron and the pole — Hang to your line till all is blue Either kill him or he kill you We want a man upon the docket To go ahead like david Crockett -- Promoting men at our expense Takes our dollars with our pence Besides it throws our work away This thing For sure will never pay — To see the whales was once the cry They are here where e're you turn your eye They have raced for rise to sitting sun Been on a dozen and killed but one — To man that’s taught in a bowhead school Will find himself here but a fool Read and Circulate

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[lovememoreplease]

oh my dear pretty boy... ☆SPOILERS AND TW!! grim real name, spoiler for "sealed with a kiss" ending, dirty talking, Dacryphilia, creampie, hair pulling, male reader, dom reader, sub grim (if i worgot anything please tell me!)

a/n not proofread

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casper did ended up coming to you. running away from his job to be with you. with love of his life. he would never guess in the life of his he would fall in love with a some mere mortal. after all, hes the grim reaper he shall be feared! but... it ended up in love. in something he never felt before. he was confused at first. oh so confused. he didn't knew what to do. but he did ended up confession to you. and even left his job because he couldnt get himself to collect a soul of his precious mortal. his newfound lover.

"kiss me then, sunshine" he said as he closed his eyes. he was laying on your bed with you on top of him. his hands looking so tempting to just grab and hold... but maybe later. his lips slightly parted waiting for the kiss. his first kiss. you smirk and lean down connecting yours and his lips together in a soft and loving kiss. you didn't wanted his first to be harsh after all. you don't want your pretty boy to have bad first impression on such an important thing after all.

"so, how was it?" you asked after a kiss pulling slightly away. "it... it was great" he replied as he cannot speak such a things like lie. why would he even lie in situation like this?

"i'm glad" you replied and peck his cheek. "but i'm not done, caspy" you chuckle and caress his soft cheek. casper skin care routing really paid off, huh? "well, i have in mind... to help you forget about your awful job, you want me to help you pretty boy?" you asked with teasing tone as he blushed and cleared his throat. "what do you mean by that, sunshine?" he asked blushing. "you will see, cutie" you chuckle. kissing his lips once more. "dont worry, nothing bad" you wink and laugh softly playing with his hair. "dont worry pretty boy... you will loooove it" you smile as he look no so sure but agree anyway. hes curious what might be on your mind even if he can guess alredy.

after a small kissing and talking you pulled away. but he wasnt surprised with it quickly pulling you back into another passionate kiss. his hands wrapped around you neck as his hand is on the back of your head pulling you closer and closer. his breath rapid and hitching as small whimpers leaves his lips as they connect and disconnect from yours non stop. he wanted more. he needed more. he wanted you and you only. his one and only sunshine.

and that's how both of you ended up ex grim reaper face pressed into a pillow as he bite on it to silence his loud moans and whimpers. it's so embarrassing... laying in mortal bed getting fucked dumb from behind by a mortal... but it was his mortal after all.

his hand gripping on the sheets. "s-sunshine" he moan out as you hit his prostate. small tears of pleasure slipping past his eyelids down his cheeks and onto a long time ago drenched pillow. "oh god.. r-righht here!" he arch his back as a pearly white drop of pre cum falls down his dick onto sheets underneath him. your hand massaging and kneading on his ass before sliding up his back and into his hair wrapping them around you'r hand and yanking them to yourslef making him look back. "hey, look at me, pretty boy. i want to see you" you say as his glossy eyes look at you. small sob escaping his lips but soon gets forgotten as slutty moan takes it place and his eyes close.

your thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier as you're close to your finish. you dont even remember what time he will get filled this night. not like it matter. you can fill him up once more.

your hips thrusing your cock in and out hitting casper sweet sweet spot all the times. your balls slapping against his ass making wet clapping sound but its mixed with grim sweet moans anyway. "sunshine.. ah! oh my~ d-dont stop i beg!" he moaned in erotic way gripping the sheets even harder. his brain a mush and heavy blush covering his face from all the crying. "i love you... i- i lohve youh sho sho muchhh" he stutter out as his words are getting slured with every new word he speak until you can no longer tell what hes saying. small 'i love you's sleeping past his lips with various moans, whimpers and squeaks. air getting kicked from his lungs with every hard pound into his now streched out hole. his walls clamping on your lenght as you can feel how they are squeezing even harder.

you didnt even had time to blink as another squirt of cum escaped casper cock head onto the small puddle of cum on the sheets. your moves gently slowing down before you pulled out of him and finished on his back. you leaned down massaging his bruised hips and kissing his cheek. "you did great, casper. such a good and pretty boy for me" you smilled and started the after care.

#a date with death #grim reaper #gay #male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #sub character #amab reader

[moonlightazriel]

The bet /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "shy az please please please, i dont really care about the story line but im in need of fluffy content. i loooove your work tho sm."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 896

Notes: Finally managed to charge my phone and write something ugh

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“She smells like roses.”

“She’s wearing her new leathers, they are tighter than the old ones”

“Cassian’s talking to her”

I tried to focus, but every time my shadows would tell me every little detail they could gather of her, they wouldn’t shut up for a second, making incredibly hard to concentrate, like she wasn’t the only thing i could think about already. Cassian had decided that he didn’t want to sparr anymore, so we just sit there, watching as Y/N and Feyre moved around, trying to hit each other.

“I suggest that you stop staring brother, or you will burn a hole in the lady’s body.” Cassian teased and i felt my cheeks getting hotter as Y/N turned her head in our direction for a second, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gave me a wink and turned again to Feyre, just in time to dodge a blow on her face.

“I wasn’t staring.” Cassian’s loud laughter filled the room, he knew i was lying but i didn’t care. Y/N was quite new to the inner circle, joining it after the war against Hybern, her beauty was captivating and she was a formidable warrior.

I was in love with her for quite some time, but every time she was close i would get really nervous and just say a weird thing before leaving the room. She was so confident and extrovert, the complete opposite of myself, and that was intimidating

She easily talked to people and made friends, why would she be interested in me? She was the life of the party, her laughter inspired joy in those around her and her bright eyes were capable of illuminating Velaris alone. She always knew what to say and how to leave me wordless, being flirty with me, leaving me confused.

“What are you up to pretty boy?” Her voice sounded in front of me, focusing on her face, her cheeks were red and she was glistening with sweat, an amused look on her eyes as she looked me up and down. Feyre was in the other side of the ring, drinking water and ready to leave.

“Just relaxing.” I said trying to sound casual, even my shadows were tamed near her, shyly dancing around her feet, she smiled even wider and lowered her body until her face was close to mine, I had to put a lot of effort to keep staring at her eyes, her cleavage just a few inches down, she laughed and shook her head.

“I have a bet for you.”!She got up again and started to walk to where we keep the real weapons, her fingers slowly tracing the blade of her favorite axe, she grabbed the handle, pulling it away from the wall and spinning it like it weighted nothing. “We are going to sparr with real weapons, I bet I can get you on your ass. If I win, you take me on a date, if you win, I take you on a date. What do you say?” She rosed her eyebrow, the axe pointed at me.

“Looks like someone will be paying for my dinner.” I said, getting up while Cassian clapped happily like a child. I got to my sword while she positioned herself in the ring. My shadows started to looking around her, noting her weak spots, her defense and how sharp that axe was.

I stepped in the ring, rising my sword and getting in a attacking position. Firstly we just started to walk around each other, studying the others strategy, her face didn’t revealed anything while she kept her defense up. She then winked at me and her body just disappeared, she moved really fast while she swing her axe at my left flank, spinning to get out of the way, she just started to attack. I dodged some moves easier than others, my mind could only focus on how good of a warrior she was.

I decided to start attacking again, the sound of metal against metal drawing the attention of the rest of the inner circle, that joined Cassian, watching as we fight, she moved like smoke, fluid and fast. My shadows weren't able to keep up with her, they were too slow to inform me, when they whispered about where she was, she already were somewhere else.

My eyes caught sight of her and i twisted the blade in my hand, cutting through the Air and hitting her side, she yelped in surprise and stopped, her left hand grabbing where she was hit, while she fight to catch her breath.

“Do you give up? I'm craving that beef from the restaurant in front of Sidra.” She looked at me, while i assumed a more relaxed position, my arms crossed in my chest and a cocky grin in my face, she just giggled and disappeared again, her shadow surprisingly close as she kicked me off my feet, the blow making me fall on my ass and everyone started laughing, her blade shining in the Sun, dangerously close to my neck.

“Beef does sound good, but i'm thinking about something else Shadowsinger.” She removed her axe away from my body and turned around, walking away. “I will be ready by eight, do not be late, i don't like waiting.”

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #shadowsinger #sarahjmaas #night court #azriel x y/n #velaris #fluff #moonlightazriel

[rikilouvre]

hii! btw I loooove ur content but I wanted to ask do you mind writing an enhypen cuddling you or something like that?? <33

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i feel like this is something i can write in one-sitting so i'll do it right now while i'm waiting for my science project to export 🏌️also, thank you for giving appreciation in my content! i also appreciate you giving me an idea for a prompt ☝️💗

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𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 // cuddle moments with reader ♡︎

no warnings, ultra-fluff / crack, let me know if i missed something. and please reblog, it would be a great help.

[ 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 ] would probably be the one to subtly speak "hey, let's cuddle" when you both are laying down. sometimes when you didn't catch what he said, you would look at him and he would give a 'noot noot' face then he would repeat his request for cuddles. since this tall dude is, well, a lot taller than you, he would be pulling you in closer on his chest as he places his head on top of yours. you would hear him sigh deeply in content and hum, sending vibrations to your head that's resting on his chest.

usually, [ 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 ] isn't the one to initiate cuddle sessions with you since, it's just the way it is. but once he hears a "babe, hold me" from you, a smile would immediately be plastered on his previously relaxed face and would sometimes even giggle in response. also, he likes to lock you with his legs and limbs, and would mess with you just so he could hear you whine. he would also squeeze his cheeks onto yours until you ask him what he's doing. he'd goofily say he's stepping up his game with affection.

[ 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 ]... this dude. he would always ask to cuddle then end up snoring on your ear. is it because of how fluffy and huggable you are? or is it just because he's always tired and want to sleep? yeah, it would remain a mystery for you. but during the times that he's awake and cuddling with you, he would insist you both listen to music (probably jb's love songs) and would talk to you for hours — giving you words of affirmation, kissing your temples and forehead, holding your hand, lifting his leg and rests it on yours like you're a hotdog pillow, and a lot more.

it would be rare if [ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 ] actually wanted to cuddle. simply 'cause he's more of a "let's face away from each other and stick our backs and butts on each other" type of guy. he wants to become somehow a feeling for you that you're safe and comfortable. but if he ever initiates a cuddle, he would play with your hair with his one hand and twirl it around his fingers. he would cup your face and close his eyes, what a cute weirdo. he would playfully taunt you and bite you when you try to cup his face. sometimes when he's in a good mood, he'll let you be. and you would be there inhaling all his perfume that smells so strong but even at the same time.

"jagi, you're so pretty. hug me, please." [ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 ] asked you in a pouty way to come lay down with him on the bed, patting the free space beside him to lay down on. you rolled your eyes before bursting into a chuckle and hopping onto the bed. the moment he saw you walk up to him, his relaxed face turned into a big bright ray of sunshine beaming at you happily, even clapping the tip of his hands cutely at you and yelping happily. "hurry, jagi. let's take a cute selfie." he immediately pulls out his phone to take a picture with you, already posing for the camera. "i'm not even ready, sunoo. wait." you chuckled and went to pose for the selca. click! [ afternoon cuddle time with my jagi. #couple #selca #cute ] "wow, nice caption. so cheesy, babe." you laughed at him jokingly to tease him, "wow, really?" sunoo poked your ribs repeatedly to force out a joyous loud laughter of you. "SUNOO, SU- AHAHA– STOP!"

"weird but, i want to hug you, _____." [ 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 ] said all of a sudden, finally turning his head to you after hours of him staring on his computer 'cause of a huge school project happening. student council things. he stood up from his chair, stretched and yawned, and plopped down onto the bed with you while using a phone scrolling on tiktok. "wonie, look at this." you spoke to him, cackling the way you'd only do infront of your boyfriend. you placed your phone infront of his face as he analyzes the 15-second funny video — and not long, you were hearing a high-pitched guffaw from jungwon. "that's funny." he buried his face on the crook of your neck, hugging you sideways.

"hey, i wanna hug." you stood infront of the bedroom door, staring down [ 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 ] to the bed who's using his phone. he nodded silently and gestured at the free space of the bed. your face lightened to finally have him let you cuddle with him 'cause he's usually not the type to like long-lasting hugs. you saw the screen of his phone, [ my girlfriend wants to hug with me rn haha clingy-ass 💗 ] written on weverse. "ya," you spat out, annoyed. he let out a teasing cackle just to get a reaction from you, and it sure did. he run his palm through your forehead, proceeding to your hair. he turned to his side to sniff your hair, "babe, you using my shampoo?" he pulled away your head to look at you fondly. "yeah, duh." he smiled cheekily, ears turning red, and he finally wrapped his arm around your torso, and fell asleep.

a/n : i didn't finish it in one-sitting, i passed out after finishing the hyung line — i was too tired ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ.

#enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen ni ki #enhypen jongseong #enhypen jaeyun #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #enhypen ot7 #enhypen #enhypen fanfictions #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #enha heeseung #enha jay #enha jake #enha sunghoon #enha sunoo #enha jungwon #enha ni ki #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha ffs #enha ff #enha scenarios

[la0hu]

rock-star thoughts

megaverse: really full production with fun sound fx, love the shouted "stray kids" in the chorus, also all the samples being strained to sound like sirens in the background are really good; prechorus is too fancy, i always like it more when they pare things down more. imo better than their title track. outro is very messy and too short. 7.5/10

lalalala: sounds like an ateez b-side and looks like one too, from the mv. they went a little normie with the musical style for this one? and that's why it's not very good... imo definitely one of their worst title tracks. choreo looks good tho. 3.5/10

lalalala rock version: way better than the normal version wtf... they should've used this one instead??? 7/10

blind spot: omg it sounds like all-american rejects/snow patrol kinda? i'm a fan of the general vibe. main chorus is boring, but post-chorus is so good in a gym class heroes sort of way. final chorus slow-down is so corny but i loooove it actually.. wait the claps are too much tho. 6/10

comflex: wow lee know's voice sounds good... JEONGIN JUST SAID SHIT??? oh my god chorus anti-drop and lyrics suck so hard oh god i'm gonna die. chan shut UP PLEASE!!! lmao changbin chorus is so funny.. felix chorus is SO FUNNY LKNSDFL and so is the "hmm" moan part. 8.5/10 this is the stray kids shit i signed up for

cover me: felix upper register aww... i hate slow songs. this one is pretty though, and not unlistenable like youtiful was. might grow on me. 5/10

leave: somehow reminding me of 00's boy band vibes in a nice way? i think it's the guitar mixing. super catchy chorus. a little plain but very pleasant song overall. 6/10

overall thoughts: i think they chose lalalala as title track just so they had a big performance track for the end-of-the-year shows, even though it's clearly worse than megaverse. a little bit of a throwaway album, since it won't qualify them for MAMA (similar status for maxident too).

#p #skz

[25ofsalvatores]

Greeting.

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Oh my... you find me here. Glad to see you again. Shall we in hurry to getting more about me? 🩰

Greeting, soon to be my fellas! :D the name is Serene Jane Simone. Usually everyone addressed me with Serene, Sere, Sera, Rene, Nene, Eren or Jane. I know it's a lot... but, I'll leave it up to you, so call me whatever you want as long as it's not in harm way!

A little #.fun_fact INFJ-T is my MBTI {it hasn't change for almost more than 2 years until now} I got Sun Scorpio, Moon Gemini and Rising Leo as my sign. Also, I go with my feminine pronouns! I aready reach my legal age {19+} but no need to worries, my acc is safe for minor and either minor still can be friends wimme {not under 16 y.o}

DNI & BYF.

Same as basic information, before you follow I DO NOT WANT TO INTERACT with someone who racist, do not respect and mocking over some religion, culture and community, 🏳️‍🌈phobe, 18+ / NSFW account, non-cyber acount, or whoever someone who make me uncomfortable. I'll do soft block-unblock, either you can too!. Then, already find our common things?

. . . . Or need to dig in more about me?

Talking about something to dig in more, I also found interesting to dig in more about self-improvment, poetry, history things and literature, especially books! Oh... historical fiction and action are my top tier genre to read! ☆☆☆☆☆

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My interests.

👩‍🍳👩‍🍳👩‍🍳 cOOKING!! Almost every day I cooks for myself {and my family sometimes} spicy food and a little bit of salt you name it!

Let's just say I do really loOoove listening to the music! 🎧 you might know the feeling when you jamming to the music while you on your daily activities. Yes, that's my hobby! Anw, I'm a massive listener of KHH and KRNB. A little sneak peek with my spotify wrapped, R&B, Rap, K-Pop, K-Rap, and KRNB are my top five genres all of the time! 📼 Leaving aside, my ears also fair enough to listens old music, as a rule with 50s-90s jazz, rock and classical music! So perhaps if you like it too, we can talk mooore about that! Trust me, I like to talk about music! {wink_wink}

I do really LOVE talking or whatever about fashion, especially with grunge fashion. As a young soul who trapped to chase over dream and academic in college. I always thinking about my appearance to look more fabolous. So mind me if one day I like to post about {not so} my #.ootd :D

Reading, writing and being clown in my cyberspace are my side jobs as a college students. Seeking a little serenity for my feels when in my hectic schedule life lowkey hard tho. Not really maniac of bookaholic, I just read and write some light on romantics, poetry parade, comedy-drama, and a taste of hardly action. Sometimes I write what inside my head and my thought. So, mind me if that's kinda weird things.

What else... what about movie? I actually not that fan with that. But, if that comes with action genre, I can even make a list about the movie that I likes, and almost all movie that I likes are have a kind of actions!

Lately, I've been in intrested with playing a game PC! 🎮🎮 Counter Strike, Call Of Duty, GTA, The Sims, Point Blank, Tekken are the most played game in my PC. AnnNdddDddDD last but not least ‼️👊 I also a new learner with a electric guitar. Not so long ago, I bought my first and ever my electric guitar! But, I'm still a new learner and still noob, so please mind me and remembee that! :D

Well congrats, you already in last page! {clapping} so here, I hereby you to take a look for a while at the {not that quite of fetching} my autograph and all my linked account.

𝐂𝐨 — 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫: @𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞.

[non-un-topo]

for the WIP ask meme: TOG/Annihilation please? 👀👀👀

Ohh!! 🥺 I’m glad you asked about this one because it’s been in the works for... geez, about a year, I think. And between low self-esteem and issues motivating, I worry about not finishing it. Here, have a snippet <3

It’s a wild scramble to get out of the water and Booker is there with his arms extended to pull them all out. Behind them, something claps loudly against the water’s surface. Nile doesn’t get to see what it is before she’s pulled to safety after Quỳnh.

“Quick, go, go,” she orders, panting, as Joe and Nicky take Quỳnh out the door. Nile’s boots squeak on the linoleum floor as she gets her bearings, grabbing her rifle, and Booker takes her by the elbow as he moves out.

They run to raised land, not far from the house. Quỳnh is stumbling, gasping too quickly, and she collapses near the nose of a rusted rowboat. Joe and Nicky go down with her.

“What the hell was that,” Booker hisses.

Nile says nothing, her eyes jumping from the knife in Quỳnh’s trembling fist and the vacant doorway of the house.

Nicky moves to sit in front of Quỳnh, leaning in so his eyes are level with hers. She drops the knife as she continues to gasp.

“Quỳnh,” he says. “Breathe, it’s alright, you’re out.”

Quỳnh is still trembling as Joe takes her shredded bag off her shoulders and rubs her back. He looks just beyond Nile at the house, and his eyes widen.

“Get up, get up.” He urges Quỳnh back as he stands.

Nile turns back to the house and raises her rifle just in time to see something slip from the door and into the water. Its tail is long and scaled, bumpy, its hide strangely pale. The surface of the water folds and ripples like a sheet as it glides towards them. Then it bursts out along the shore in front of them in a great spray. They all step back in preparation, weapons aimed.

It’s an alligator, but unlike any Nile is certain exists. It’s massive, both in size and weight, half its body still hidden in the water. Its skin is devoid of all pigment and stained red between its scales, like it’s bleeding. Standing there, watching it crawl towards them all, Nile finds she can’t move.

And an explanation that may contain spoilers under the cut:

The fic is supposed to be a blend of tog and Annihilation but still within the canon universe. Takes place several decades into the future, where Nile is their leader. I’d say it’s more similar to the movie (Annihilation) than the book, but I’m still sorting out a few ideas for the ending.

It’s quite dark and angsty at times, with plenty of introspection from Nile. It’s also not shot-for-shot, so to speak, but there are some scenes (like the snippet) that I absolutely had to write just like the movie because they’re so good and creepifying, I loooove iiit. I don’t know, I really miss writing cosmic horror and I love Annihilation... It’s a big project, but I should finish this ;_;

#thank you hannah ;_; <33333 i miss writing this fic. the insecurity got to me i think. because it's so niche #but ik you love a crossover <33 #also more thoughts on cosmic horror fics: for my pals who've read both my nicky pov horror fics... would another one be too many? #there's something about the guy. i need to put nicky in a horror story just... it's so much fun. #even if three is too many i should just do it because it's fun hgfdsdfg

[becca-e-barnes]

I really love your writing. If you are still taking requests- could you please do one where bucky and the reader both have sons and meet through their playdate and they start dating and their sons are really good friends? this would absolutely make my day! Have a good one!!

YES YES YES, this was so wholesome I loooove this idea so much, dad!bucky is just adorable 😭 Your kids would absolutely be rooting for you to get together from the get go.

Just gonna use all the baby names my bf and I have decided on for fanfics lmao sorry not sorry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: Probably 3K+

Summary: Your son Ollie has a new kid in his class so you invite him and his dad over for dinner!

Warnings: Fluff, divorce mention, tiny injury mention mostly just cuteness though! No toxic masculinity, we ain’t doing that shit here!!

“Mommy, mommy! I made a new friend today!” Your son’s excitement was contagious as he ran out of the school gates, his oversized backpack making him look even smaller than he really was. His eyes were bright with joy and you prayed they’d stay that way forever.

“That’s great news kiddo! Where are they?” You smiled brightly, scooping him up and resting him on your hip, groaning dramatically at his weight, making him giggle. You were so thankful that even at seven years old, he didn’t think he was too cool for hugs from his mom yet. Your kid definitely wasn’t the reserved type. He talked to everyone in his class and he just seemed to make friends wherever he went. He was a little boy to be proud of, always trying to include everyone at playtime and he would share his snacks with the world if he could.

His little head whipped around, his eyes scanning the playground for the new kid in class.

“That’s him!” He squealed, pointing to a little boy being collected by a man you assumed was his dad. You didn’t recognise either of them which was unusual in your village. Everyone knew everyone here.

“He seems like a nice boy. Do you wanna invite him over? He can stay for dinner if you like?” You suggested, knowing what your son’s answer would be before you even asked. His head nodded like his neck was loose, making you laugh, setting him down again before crossing the short distance over to the young boy. Being the mom with the outgoing kid often meant you were expected to be outgoing yourself.

You could hear their little conversation as you headed over.

“Well, did you have a good day champ?” The dad asked and the little boy nodded. “You make any friends?” The boy nodded again slowly.

“Yeah, I made a friend.” He replied softly. It wasn’t hard to see the kid was shy but it also wasn’t hard to see how the dad’s heart sank hearing his son had only made one friend.

“Hey, nice to meet you! You guys must be new around here?” You smiled, reaching out your hand to shake the dark haired man’s. He took it gratefully, giving it a squeeze before letting it drop.

“Yes, we’re new! We just moved in up the road, I’m Bucky and this is Thomas.” He grinned, ruffling his son’s hair.

“Oh no way! Ollie and I actually live up that way too, you guys didn’t buy the Stevenson’s old house did you?” You quizzed, knowing that the house in your development had been sold recently.

“We did actually! It’s now the Barnes’ residence.” Bucky smiled, clapping his hand on his son’s shoulder proudly. God he was charming, his smile so happy and effortless but you couldn’t help but notice your son tugging on your sleeve.

“Mom, can Thomas and I play now?” He whined dramatically, Bucky’s heart swelling at the smile on Thomas’ face at the thought of having a friend to play with.

“Yeah, I was gonna ask you, Ollie was wondering if Thomas would like to come over for dinner? Just to give them a chance to play and I’m sure Ollie can introduce Thomas to some of the other kids in the neighbourhood, they’re all really nice. But if you would rather take the time to get settled into your new home I completely understand, we can rearrange.” You offered, having to get to the point much sooner than you would’ve liked because of your son’s impatience. Thomas’ eyes were wide with excitement, almost buzzing with joy.

“Can I go dad, pleeeeeaaaasssseeee?” He pleaded, giving Bucky the cutest pout you’d ever seen.

“I don’t know kid, you have school in the morning and it’s not fair to make this nice lady go out of her way to make you dinner.” You weren’t sure how Bucky could even consider saying no to such a cute little face.

“You’re more than welcome too Mr Barnes, and if you have a partner, bring them along too, it’s not a bother.” You smiled warmly, Thomas almost beaming, seeing you negotiate on his behalf.

“You know what, that sounds nice. It’s uh, just me though, I’m single at the moment.” He added quietly.

“So is my mom!” Ollie grinned happily, making you laugh. It didn’t take much to see the cogs turning in his and Thomas’ heads, clearly trying to pull some devious plan together. Well, as devious as it gets for two seven year olds.

“Well that’s perfect then! Give me half an hour to tidy up around the house and then come on over, we’re in number 27.” You couldn’t help but feel quite excited at the thought of having some adult company for a change. Sure, you had your friends and the ladies in your book club but it had been ages since you actually had a man over for dinner, even if it was in the most innocent context.

“Please don’t go to any trouble for us doll, honestly.” Bucky insisted, clapping a gloved hand on his son’s shoulder. You couldn’t say you had noticed the glove until now, especially since you had shook his right hand but you didn’t question it.

“It’s no trouble, we’ll see you soon!” You smiled, you and Ollie heading towards the car.

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Ollie ran up the stairs to get changed as soon as you got home, leaving you to tidy up the living room, dropping his toys into the basket, straightening the cushions on the sofa, plugging his iPad in to charge and running around with the hoover quickly to get all the little crumbs. You just had enough time to lay out a tray of cookies before the doorbell rang, Ollie dashing back downstairs so quickly you were surprised he didn’t give himself a nosebleed. Opening the door you saw Thomas and Bucky, Bucky holding a lovely bunch of flowers.

“Hey! These are for you, just a little thank you for having us.” Bucky smiled sheepishly, reaching them out to you. You could smell the big pink lilies straight away, smiling to yourself that he had guessed your favourite flowers somehow.

“Oh my goodness, you had no need to do that, thank you Bucky. Gosh, you told me not to go to any trouble and here you are, turning up with flowers.” You teased, inviting them in so you could find a vase.

“There are some cookies and juice in the kitchen, you boys can help yourselves. Can I get you anything Bucky? A coffee or lemonade or some juice?” You asked, filling a vase with water and arranging the flowers inside, deciding you could just sort them out later.

“A coffee would be great if you don’t mind.” Bucky smiled, making himself comfortable on your sofa, taking in all the photos scattered around the room. Most were of you and Ollie through the years, but there were a few of Ollie on his own too, all smiling and happy. He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through his chest at such adorable family photos, seeing how you and Ollie had grown together and still remained so close.

The boys seemed to have taken the opportunity to dart outside, playing soccer together on the grass. Their contented little laughs filled the afternoon air as they clumsily tried to tackle the ball from each other. You handed Bucky his mug of coffee, settling in beside him on the sofa to watch your sons play through the sliding glass door that separated your living room from your garden.

“I haven’t seen Thomas this happy in… Well, ever.” Bucky admitted quietly, taking a sip from the mug.

“He’s always been so shy. We, uh, moved around a lot these past few years so I guess he didn’t really get a chance to get settled in any of the schools he’s been to before.” It almost seemed like he felt guilty, like he was responsible in some way for his son’s reserved nature.

“He’s a good kid Bucky. Give him time, he’ll come out of his shell. Ollie will make sure of that.” You laughed quietly, knowing your son’s outgoing personality would probably force Thomas to adapt very quickly.

“You know, I think Ollie is exactly what Thomas needs. Thomas is just so shy, especially around kids his own age. I’m really surprised at how well he’s taken to Ollie.” Bucky actually seemed relieved that his son had made a new friend in Ollie so quickly but his worry made sense. Moving house alone is stressful enough but with the added pressure of uprooting your child in the process, especially a child as reserved as Thomas, you realised Bucky must have lost sleep over this for weeks.

“He’ll fit right in here, I promise, all the kids are so lovely. By the end of the week you won’t even be able to remember all his new friends’ names.” You promised, Bucky huffing out a little laugh, hoping that you were right before a wail from the garden distracted you both. Instinctively, you both shot up, running outside to see what all the fuss was about. You made it out first, Bucky following close behind you to find Thomas on the ground, nursing a skinned knee, tears streaming down his little cheeks, probably more from shock than anything else.

“Oh Tommy, what did you do?” Bucky asked softly, cradling his son’s face in his huge, ungloved hand.

“Dad, I fell!” Thomas sobbed with a little whimper as he looked down at the angry red patch on his knee, pricked by little specks of blood and caked in dirt

“It’s okay buddy, c’mere, let’s get you cleaned up.” Bucky soothed softly, scooping his little boy up effortlessly, carrying him inside.

“Here, pop him up on the counter, I’ll get the first aid kit.” Bucky did as you asked while you retrieved the little kit from the top shelf of one of your kitchen cabinets that was dedicated to miscellaneous junk, Ollie following quickly on your heels, concerned for his new friend.

You set the kit on the counter, pulling out an antiseptic wipe and a plaster large enough to cover the graze while Bucky pulled the glove off to wash his hands in the sink, getting ready to save the day. You noticed his hand was a metal prosthetic but didn’t say anything, just taking a second to admire how fluid each of the joints were.

“No dad! Want Ollie’s mom to do it!” His request startled both of you but after Bucky nodded, giving you permission, you stepped forward, washing your hands before starting to tend to the cut.

“This is gonna sting a little honey, okay? You gonna be brave for me?” You asked quietly, Thomas’ tears subsiding already, soothed by your calm voice. The way he gritted his teeth and nodded made you smile a little, doing his very best to be brave.

You could tell the wipe stung as you dragged it gently over the broken skin, little cries escaping Thomas’ lips but he was mostly silent as you worked.

“You’re doing so well, you know that?” You offered with a little smile, noticing how the edges of his own lips turned up too, despite the pain.

“Just gonna give you a plaster, okay?” You asked, dropping the wipe into the bin and unwrapping the plaster carefully before pressing it to his knee.

“There, all better?” Thomas’ little nod was timid but agreeable, reaching his little arms out so you could help him down from the counter.

Bucky’s heart was melting, crumbling in his chest watching how gentle and considerate you were with his son, treating him completely as your own. He didn’t want to admit it, you were his only friend here after all, it wouldn’t be wise to try to pursue anything romantic with you yet but his fatherly instincts were telling him you were nothing short of perfect.

He couldn’t help how his mind wondered to images of your families blended together, stealing kisses from you on hot nights while your boys kept each other company, thoughts of birthday parties and family holidays, thoughts of your house filled with more children the two of you had together. God, he was getting so ahead of himself but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this about someone so quickly, relationships were so much harder as a single father but knowing you would understand his situation was even more comforting. You were just so effortlessly beautiful that he found it so hard to tear his eyes away from you. But you couldn’t possibly feel the same way about him, he needed to get the idea out of his head. You were just being a good neighbour.

You had hunkered down to Thomas’ level, giving his hair a little ruffle before he attacked you with a hug, almost knocking you backwards onto the tiled floor.

“Thank you Miss.” His voice was small but at least he seemed to be in better form now, his little face buried in your shoulder.

“Oh honey, don’t be silly. You’re so welcome. You feel all better now?” You laughed softly and he gave a big nod.

“You wanna go play again Thomas? I can show you my PlayStation instead.” Ollie offered brightly, glad to see his friend had recovered. Thomas practically shot out of your arms, the pair of them racing down the hall to the games room, Thomas’ bad knee clearly forgotten about.

“Thanks for cleaning him up. He’s really taken a shine to you.” Bucky smiled, helping you tidy up while you washed your hands again.

“It’s nothing, don’t even worry about it. Sometimes they just need a pair of gentler hands.” You smiled softly, nodding a little to his prosthetic.

“You… You don’t mind my hand?” He quizzed, a little taken aback. He had always kept it hidden in the fear that it would cause problems or scare away neighbours or give the kids at school a reason to bully Thomas. He didn’t want to be singled out as different any more than was necessary.

“No? Why would I mind your hand? It’s really impressive actually, I’ve never seen a prosthetic so cool.” The little smile you offered Bucky as you spoke had him falling head over heels. You didn’t care. This was his biggest physical insecurity and you thought it was cool. He had done his best to keep it covered since making the move to suburban life but he never thought he could possibly embrace it. So with that, his jacket came off, his whole arm now on display given he was wearing a t-shirt.

“Oh wow, Ollie is gonna love it, he’ll be absolutely obsessed! You mind if I touch it?” You asked quietly, taking in the beautiful dark metal, lined with gold along the ridges. As if this dark, handsome stranger couldn’t get any more attractive, now here he was with an awesome prosthetic.

“Knock yourself out doll.” Bucky chuckled at your unexpected request but loved how your fingertips ghosted so gently over the metal, how reverently you examined the arm, half out of curiosity, half in awe. He was so used to feeling like a lab specimen or like an exhibit in a museum but right now he felt cared for. Like your interest was borne from a place of innocent wonder rather than malice.

“I’m sorry, that was probably really weird.” You laughed sheepishly after a moment, noticing how close you had got in the kitchen.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll tell you the story about it some day if you’d like.” He offered quietly, his eyes trained on your lips, willing himself not to lean down and take them in his own.

“You’re really single?” You breathed out, almost from nowhere, his intense stare at your lips emboldening you, knowing he was thinking exactly the same as you.

“Yeah sweetheart, free as a bird.” Bucky’s own plump lips were pulled into a little smile as you leaned over tentatively, giving him a little peck. That quick peck wasn’t nearly enough for both of you since now you had started, you just needed more. Glancing up at Bucky, you knew he was thinking the same.

“Fuck it.” He growled, losing every semblance of self control that he ever had and giving you a real kiss. His tongue sliding over yours, both your eyes closed, metal hand holding your neck. God, he made your knees weak with that one kiss, pouring all his longing into it.

When you finally pulled apart, you couldn’t help but feel mortified.

“Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered softly, running a hand nervously through your hair.

“Why not angel? We’re both grown ups.” Bucky tried his best to ease your guilty conscience, not wanting to make life awkward for Ollie and Thomas. “No harm in a kiss, doesn’t ever need to happen again.”

“But what if I want it to happen again?” You asked, cheeks burning red.

“Oh angel, all you gotta do is ask.” He beamed, pressing his lips to yours once more, resuming the kiss with the same burning passion as before.

“MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Ollie’s giggle came out more of a shrill, excited scream. You and Bucky separated so quickly, Thomas laughing uncontrollably behind Ollie.

“Nothing honey, do you need something?” You asked, trying to change the subject and save yourselves any embarrassment.

“YOU WERE KISSING MY DAD!” Thomas shrieked, while Bucky buried his face in his flesh hand.

“DOES THAT MAKE BUCKY MY DAD? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!” Ollie began, his brain clearly going far too fast.

“THEN THAT MEANS YOUR MOM IS MY MOM! WE’RE BROTHERS!” Thomas added happily.

“You’re getting way ahead of yourselves, boys.” Bucky chastised with a hearty laugh. “Is this a bad time to ask you out on a date?” He chuckled quietly in your ear.

“It sounds like the boys would have no objections.” You giggled to yourself. “Sure Bucky, I guess a date would be nice, before the boys start wedding planning.” Bucky’s heart thumped excitedly at the thought of a wedding, reaching down to squeeze your flesh hand in his metal one.

Life with kids was messy but at least it kept you on your toes.

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[satinsumu]

favour. || oikawa t.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, creampie

summary: your friend, the good samaritan oikawa, does you a favour by taking your virginity—a little too willingly.

a/n: written in one sitting on a whim and did not proofread lol please i loooove the first time trope

oikawa stares at you in disbelief, his warm, chocolate eyes wide and fixated on you.

“what?” you sigh, starting to regret casually mentioning that you’d never actually slept with anyone before. “why is that such a surprise to you? is it really such a bad thing?”

“no,” he quickly says, regathering his composure. “you’re just so cute, i’d expect a line of guys waiting to get at you.”

“they are,” you laugh teasingly, the sound causing his heart to flutter. “doesn’t mean i’d want to fuck them though—didn’t you tell me not to settle?”

“of course!” oikawa exclaims, a look of what appears to be slight relief washing across his face. “but you never got curious? just tried it even once?”

“it’s kind of scary,” you admit nonchalantly, never keeping secrets from your friend. “men are scary, honestly. you never know if they’re just gonna hit it and quit it.”

“yeah, your first time should definitely be with someone who cares about you,” he nods, throat feeling oddly dry.

you sigh in a way that says, i’ll-never-find-someone-like-that-so-why-even-bother?

oikawa licks his lips, and contemplates his next question.

“you always have me,” he chirps, a sickening sweet smile plastered across his face. “if you want your first time to be good, guaranteed.”

you want to smack him and tell him to stop joking, but the way your heart skips a beat tells you that this might just be all you ever wanted. and with the way he’s eagerly waiting your response, hiding behind the charming grin you know so well, you get a feeling that this could be something more than just a little favour he’s offering to do.

and that’s how you ended up in his room just one night later, the prettiest (but not overdone) lingerie set under your skirt and your hoodie as oikawa locks his door—not that he needs to.

he makes his way over to the side of his king-sized bed as you take a seat on the mattress, him towering over you with a casual smile on his face.

though, it feels like there’s something else to it. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the great oikawa tooru, breaker of hearts, was nervous.

“so!” he chirps, clapping his hands together as his eyes linger on your thighs pressed against the blankets for a second too long. “is there anything off-limits?”

“uh,” you think for a moment, interlocking your fingers. “no anal.”

“no problem,” he hums with a nod. “anything else?”

“not really,” you say, fidgeting in place. this is so weird. “i guess i’ll just tell you if something comes up.”

“okay,” he agrees, unzipping his jacket as he tosses it onto the chair beside his desk. “one more thing—are you on the pill?”

“yeah?” you answer, tilting your head at him, the gears in your mind turning just a bit more slowly than his.

“cool. just wondering,” oikawa chuckles, eyes glimmering at you.

and with that, he closes the remaining space between your faces, locking his lips with yours and taking you by surprise. your eyes flutter shut instinctively, although you gasp into his mouth at the gesture.

oikawa takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, swirling it around your own before biting your lower lip gently. 

you pull away briefly, short of breath at the unexpected kiss, eyes displaying a mixture of shock and confusion, though not unhappiness.

“kissing is important,” oikawa shrugs, face glowing with a bit too much content. 

he pulls you in by the nape of the neck once more, kissing you gently, but passionately. you slowly release the tension in your furrowed brows as you wrap an arm around his neck, unable to get enough of his minty breath, and the way he sucks at your tongue.

his hand slowly travels down from your cheek to the bottom of your hoodie, tugging at it once to gesture for you to let him take it off. you break the kiss for another moment as he hauls the article of clothing over your head, his eyebrow raising at the sight of you wearing nothing but a bra underneath.

“what’s the point in wearing a shirt if i’m just gonna take it off anyway?” you mumble, cheeks feeling hot under his gaze.

“you look pretty,” he beams at you.

you’re so flustered by his compliment—you two are just “friends,” after all—that you don’t notice the tent forming in his grey sweatpants.

before you can say anything in response, oikawa is crashing his lips against yours once more, this time with fervor, hunger, and desire. you struggle to keep up with the pace he’s set, occasionally panting in between kisses as he slips a hand into the cup of your bra.

you gasp at the contact, his hand slightly cold against your warm skin while he just smiles sweetly at you, gently pushing you down against his mattress by the shoulders. he leans back down to lock his lips with yours while still kneading your breast with one hand, the other pressed against the headboard above you. you don’t even noticed that he’s unclasped your bra and tossed it aside.

the area between your thighs begins to feel slightly warmer than before as you rub your legs together, taken aback by the sensation. oikawa pulls away from you for a second to take his shirt off, and you feel your heart lodge itself in your throat at the sight of his torso; his tan, muscular build is really something straight out of a magazine (literally).

“like what you see?” he smirks teasingly as you look away, but he uses one hand to turn your head back towards him. “eyes on me, baby.”

it’s in that moment you feel like you’re finally seeing the oikawa tooru that everyone else sees: the charismatic, experienced lady magnet that you’ve never even given the time of day.

a breath escapes you at the intimacy, but returns to your lungs in gasps once oikawa leans in to tower over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow above your head. he begins trailing kisses down from your lips to your jawline, to your neck and your chest, then to each breast as he takes one of your nipples gently between his teeth.

“o-oika—” you stutter, squirming at the sensitivity, but he doesn’t stop.

“call me tooru when we’re in bed,” he enunicates, swirling his wet tongue around the bud. he can’t help but smirk at how cute you look, all hot and bothered underneath him.

the sensation of his saliva against the tip of your skin makes your heart pound, and it’s almost hard to focus on which breast feels better when he’s kneading the other one with his large, strong hands. 

you find yourself running your fingers through his hair as your eyes squeeze shut, the softness of his head oddly comforting as he continues to nip at your skin.

but the comfort doesn’t last for long.

you feel his lips leave your chest as they begin to travel further and further down, the trail of kisses left along your belly indicating exactly where he’s going. he hikes your skirt up to your waist with a flick of his wrist, marveling at the matching underwear you’re wearing beneath it.

“wow, just for me?” he coos, licking his lips. “i’m honoured.”

you wrack your brain for some sort of witty remark to wipe the shit-eating grin  off his face, but he plunges his hand between your thighs and draws a long, slow line against the thin cloth over your cunt before you can say anything.

“o-oikawa!” you cry, flinging your head against his pillow at the shock he just sent through your body. it was sudden, but... pleasurable.

“i told you,” he murmurs, gazing at you with dark eyes. “call me tooru.”

his last sentence comes out like a threat once you feel his finger slide up and down your underwear faster, the contact against your folds driving you crazy. you feel the fabric grow slightly damp as it gets wetter with every teasing stroke of his hand, and you know he can feel it too.

“feel good, princess?” he chuckles, unable to tear his eyes off of your flustered face while you give him small nods, too embarrassed to look at him. he pushes the middle section of your panties to the side with ease and slides a finger into you slowly, your arousal making it smooth for him to do so.

“so diiiirty,” he hums at the way your breath hitches, and the way his digits squelch against your juices. “and all i’ve done is put a finger in you.”

“f-feels good, tooru,” you breathe, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. oikawa feels himself get much harder at your reassurance, pride swelling up in his chest.

he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“it better,” he grins cheekily. he slips another finger into you, moving in and out with languid motions so you can feel every bit of him as he curls his fingers upwards. 

you gasp at the way he seems to hit a spot inside you that feels a bit different than before, but whine once you feel him pull his fingers out.

“what’re you—ah!”

before you can finish your question, oikawa’s ducked his head between your legs, licking your juices up from your folds. he pulls the panties off of you before spreading your legs wide open and holding your thighs down firmly, the hem of your skirt resting gently against his head as he eats you out.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you pant, seeing stars in your eyes. you can’t believe oikawa tooru has his tongue in your cunt, licking up and down, teasing your clit like his life depends on it.

your hands grip the sheets in fistfuls as you stare at the ceiling, biting your bottom lip so hard you think it might bleed.

oikawa takes the small bud between your folds with his mouth and sucks, before dragging his tongue around it and licking your arousal off of your skin.

“mm,” he breathes into you, his voice muffled from below. “taste so... good...”

your juices are flowing onto his face as he laps it up relentlessly, his tongue sending spasms of pleasure through your body. a coil begins to build itself in your core, and you think you’re going to snap if he keeps going at this rate.

but the next second, the contact is gone.

“w-wait,” you whine, seeing oikawa get up from the edge of the bed.

oikawa doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum tonight,” he reassures you, pulling down his sweatpants and revealing the huge bulge in his boxers. “just not with my mouth—not this time.”

your eyes widen at his size as he drags his remaining undergarments off, his cock springing out from beneath.

it looks big. and hard. 

like it’s swollen, and intimidating. you’re not sure if the veins along the side or the overall size make you more uneasy.

although oikawa seems to get a nice little ego boost from expression as he chuckles, “it’ll fit.”

you’re reminded of how he immediately deprived you of pleasure just now, and pout at him.

“just hurry uuuuup.”

“didn’t take you for an impatient one,” he laughs, leaning over you as he plants one hand beside your head, and gives his aching member a few good pumps with the other. “are you ready?”

you give him a small nod, biting your lower lip as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. you feel a little tingle from the contact as you wrap your arms around his neck, perhaps out of desire for some comfort.

he slowly slides himself into you, pausing to let you adjust to his size as you hold your breath, before bottoming out and stretching you wide open. you squeeze your eyes shut at the foreign sensation, though it’s not unpleasant.

“doing okay?” he murmurs in your ear, to which you give him a small nod, still practically hugging him to your body. “i’m gonna start moving.”

you feel the sides of his cock drag along your walls inch by inch as he slowly pulls out of you, until the throbbing tip is just barely in between your folds. then, without warning, he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“ah!” you cry out, clinging onto him for dear life, but never telling him to stop. it feels good being clenched around him, your bodies so close together and fitting within each other like puzzle pieces. 

“fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “you’re so damn tight.”

he slides himself out of you again and repeats the action, slowly gathering more speed until he’s really fucking you at a set tempo. 

you feel his hips snap against yours as he pulls himself in and out of you at a rapid pace, the mild discomfort slowly turning into pleasure.

“t-o-o-ru,” you gasp, your words split up with each of his thrusts into your body as you dig your nails into his skin.

“right here, baby,” he grunts, rutting into you with continuous force. “that feel good?”

“y-yeah,” you pant in his ear as he grips the headboard tightly, not giving a damn if the neighbours can hear the wood knocking against their wall. “f-feels so, ngh! good!”

“you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, pulling out and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you, watching your body move back and forth on the bed with every one of his motions. “and you take my cock so well.”

he slides himself out of you briefly as you blink at the loss of contact, barely able to process what’s happening before he flips your body over.

“get on all fours,” he orders, with surprising authority—and need.

“i thought i said no anal,” you remark, though already getting into the position he wanted.

“relax,” oikawa smiles at you, tracing a finger slowly down your spine and onto your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze that sends tingles through your body.

your body twitches once you feel him rub the head of his cock against your folds, still wet from your arousal. he inserts himself back into your aching cunt that was tired of clenching around nothing, a new wave of pleasure washing over you.

“a-ah...” you moan, tossing your head back at the new sensation. you back yourself into him as you feel oikawa put both of his large hands on your body,  gripping your waist.

and once he starts to move, you know it won’t be long before you cum.

he’s thrusting himself into you mercilessly now, his cock so deep inside of your wet cunt that you feel like he’s literally rearranging your guts. 

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts with each snap of his hips. “doing so good.”

the pleasure is overwhelming as he hits a spot inside you that you didn’t even know could feel this way.

“tooru!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes at how hard he’s slamming his dick inside you, overcome with how fucking good it feels. “d-don’t stop.”

“i won’t until you cum,” he growls in your ear, leaning over so his chest is pressed against your sweaty back. “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

you nod furiously as you bite your lip, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of your mouth at how good he’s fucking you. god, you look so angelic, wearing nothing but a tiny skirt, ass perked up just for him while he rails you into tomorrow.

“g-gonna cum,” you whimper at the same familiar coil building in your core from earlier as oikawa thrusts faster and faster, your tits bouncing back and forth as they hang above the mattress.

“cum for me, princess,” oikawa grates, barely holding onto his own orgasm with how tight you are around him. “taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you so good.”

“tooru-ah! tooru!” your cries of his name fill the room with the lewd slapping sounds of his balls against your ass, the unbelievable speed he’s ramming into you at on the cusp of desperation.

“let me see you fucking cum,” he curses, moving one hand between your thighs to play with your sensitive clit. the pleasure sears through your body as your vision grows slightly hazy from the stimulation. “cum on my cock, baby.”

“w-want you to cum inside,” you breathe, not sure of how much you can last longer. you don’t need to ask twice as he rubs fast circles with his slender fingers against your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you with incomparable speed. “a-ah! t-tooru, i’m gonna c-cum!”

you feel the coil inside you snap as your walls clamp down against his cock, your juices flowing out of your cunt and down your thighs as oikawa continues grinding against you.

“f-fuck,” he curses, giving you one last, deep, hard thrust as you feel the tip of his cock touch your cervix, groaning as he chases his own orgasm right after yours. he’s still hugging you close to his body as you feel his warm seed spill inside you, the white fluids trickling onto the bed sheets in a mixture with your own.

you’re gasping, out of breath as oikawa pulls himself out of you, the two of you flopping onto the bed together. you lay in the quiet of each other’s pants, staring at the ceiling.

frankly, you’re still in a bit of disbelief over what just happened—you just let oikawa tooru, your friend, fuck you on his bed and take your virginity.

he made you cum. and made you beg for him—willingly.

“how’d it feel?” oikawa asks after a few seconds, breaking the silence with his familiar smile.

“good,” you admit with a giggle as oikawa turns his head to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wanna go again?”

#fic #oikawa.fic

[krisdreaming]

hc of surprising iwaizumi , kuroo and sugawara at their volleyball practice and the reader is from another school?? and their teams dk that the guys are dating someone and their reactions to the reader 🤩 thank you

This is the cutest thing!!! Hehe I loooove incorporating the teams into requests, it’s always so fun. Alsooo I realized after writing it that I made it so the teams already know of you, so it’s just a tiny bit different from your request.

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME

The train station where you arrive in Miyagi is so close to Seijou, and you know that Iwaizumi will still be in practice, so you figure it’s the perfect opportunity to meet his teammates he always talks so much about

You end up wandering around a bit until a straggling student points you in the direction of the gym, and you can hear the voices and the sounds of practice before you even open the door - suddenly you’re second guessing your decision but it’s too late to back out now

No one notices you at first, but you immediately find Iwaizumi in the group and you can’t help but smile - it’s been so long since you’ve actually seen him in person and you’re just trying to decide whether you should run to throw your arms around him sweat and all when someone else notices you

“Hi there! You looking for someone?” The one who can only be Oikawa lifts his hand above his head in a wave, flashing you a wide smile, when Iwaizumi looks up and practically chokes

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He sputters out, looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re actually there, still rooted to his spot

“Wait, Y/N?” Oikawa jabs Iwaizumi in the side with his finger, and that quickly a murmur sweeps through the team, who are suddenly looking at you with supreme interest. “The Y/N?”

“Hi, Hajime,” You say sheepishly, and the sound of your voice finally sets him into motion and he jogs across the gym to you and wraps you up in a giant hug, you have a hunch that he’s also trying to shield you from the curiosity and prying eyes of his teammates

“What are you doing here?” He asks as the rest of the team starts to gather around the two of you, clamoring to be introduced to you, or at the very least get a good look at you. Iwaizumi is hovering very close by your side

“I got here early, and, well, I wanted to meet the team you talk so much about,” You admit as you look around, trying to put faces to names - ”That’s so cute, Iwaizumi, you talk about us?” “Shut up” “Does he talk to you that way, too, Y/N-chan?”

Basically Iwaizumi can only stand by in mild horror as you bond with the rest of his team about what a “brute” he is (it’s all in good fun, of course), even though he’s secretly tickled that you’re getting along with them so easily

KUROO TETSUROU

“You should come check out one of our volleyball practices sometime” You’re not sure if Kuroo had been completely serious about it, but you can’t quite believe that the serious, dedicated team you always see on the court is the same one Kuroo is always telling you the most hilarious stories about, so you have to see for yourself

You’re just about ready to open the gym door when you hear Kuroo start talking and you hesitate just long enough to hear the beginnings of his “We are the blood in our veins...” speech. You shake your head even though you can’t help but smile - What a dork.

When you open the gym doors, the team is all huddled in a circle, but the moment they hear the door slam shut, every single head turns in your direction

“Y/N?” “Tetsu!” Very few things can actually stop him mid-speech but you just so happen to be one of them - he squeezes out of the huddle and meets you halfway across the gym, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug before he sets you back down and just grins at you

“Hi!” The tall gangly boy who appears behind Kuroo can only be Lev, “Yaku-san said he wasn’t convinced you’re real, but you must be, because you’re here! OW!” The swift kick could only have been delivered by said Yaku, and you stifle a giggle behind your hand at the glare Kuroo shoots his way

“Blink twice if he’s keeping you against your will,” Yaku deadpans, then smiles and holds out his hand for you to shake, “I’m joking,” He pauses, “Kinda. I’m Yaku Morisuke, It’s nice to meet you”

Just like that, the floodgates open, and one after another you make the acquaintance of the rest of the members of Nekoma volleyball club - even Kenma, who you’ve met before, offers you a small smile and wave

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Kuroo finally herds them away from you and shows you to a spot on the bench so you can watch the rest of practice

“You’re not allowed to come to practice anymore, you distract the guys too much,” He says afterwards, grabbing your hand as you’re walking to his house

“The guys?” You giggle and quirk your head to give him an incredulous look. “Yeah,” He nods stubbornly, but he pulls you just a little closer to him.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

You can hear Karasuno’s volleyball practice well before you even reach the gym doors - Suga said they were a lively bunch this year, and he wasn’t kidding. You’re actually quite curious to meet this team your boyfriend is so proud of.

When you open the door, the lively chatter makes it so that very few people even notice you’ve come in - you spot your boyfriend across the room in the middle of a conversation with a freckled first year, and recognize the perfect opportunity presented to you

As you make your way through the gym, you’re noticed here and there, but you just put your finger to your lips, and to your delight they all play along right to the moment you come up behind him

“Koushi!” You shout right as you jump on his back, and the shriek he lets out has them all practically doubled over in laughter as he whips around, immediately hugging you tightly to him when he realizes it’s you

“No way, you’re Y/N!! I knew you looked familiar!” Crows an orange-headed first year who can only be Hinata, reaching in and shaking your hand emphatically

“It’s an honor to meet you, you’re even cuter than your photos y’know” “It’s truly unfair that Suga-san got an s/o before I did” “Please ignore them,” And just like that, you’ve met three of the second years

“I’m sorry,” Suga says then, tugging you partially behind him, “They’re a lot,” but all you can do is laugh because they’re just exactly what you’d imagined them to be like

“I think I love them already,” You chuckle, and you can see the relief on his face

The introductions and excited, overlapping conversation last until Daichi finally claps his hands together and declares that everyone needs to get back to practicing now, and you’re impressed by how quickly the mood shifts

For the rest of practice, you’re half-convinced that most of them are showing off just for you, because they keep glancing your way after making an impressive play, so of course you have to cheer for them

As they’re leaving, Hinata tells you that you should “totally come to practice more often,” and Suga rests his chin on your shoulder, “I agree,” He grins before pressing a kiss to your cheek

#Haikyuu #500 #1k #Haikyuu headcanons #Iwaizumi Hajime #Iwaizumi Hajime x reader #Iwaizumi x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kuroo Tetsurou x reader #Kuroo x reader #Sugawara Koushi #Sugawara Koushi x reader #Suga x reader #request

[tommybaholland]

Hello, I have a request that's been eating at me. I read a lot of fics where the reader is afraid of thunderstorms, but I really can't relate. My family used to sit on the porch and watch the lightning like I was looking at fireworks, the rumbles lull me to sleep. I was also one of those kids who rain outside in heavy rain. Can I request some Shouto, Izuku, Kaachan and Kaminari heacanons with an S/O who looooves thunderstorms and heavy rains please?

s/o who loves thunderstorms 

featuring: todoroki, midoriya, bakugo, and kaminari

the older i get the more i appreciate the sounds of heavy nature. i also like the idea of flipping concepts and doing something different! thank you and enjoy. x

todoroki

he also enjoys the soothing sound of thunder and heavy rain

he’s already a pretty sleepy boy so staying up and watching storms with you is almost out of the question

he’ll do it if you want but he’ll most likely be fast asleep in about ten minutes 

and you’ll know when his head starts to lean into your shoulder 

he prefers falling asleep with you during a storm

he finds the sentiment very comforting and the way you snuggle up to him makes him feel all warm and cozy

he’s not a huge fan of you running outside in the rain but he can’t complain if it makes you happy, he’s happy to watch you from a drier spot

one time you asked him if his quirk would work during a storm 

like if he could freeze the rain or if he could even use his fire side at all

that got him thinking and he became curious about it too because he didn’t know either

he did have preconceived notions about it like that his fire side would be particularly useless during a heavy rainstorm

and that he could only make ice itself and wasn’t so sure that he could freeze moving rain

you thought that maybe this could be a new revelation for his power and that he could combine the two quirks and create steam or something

although he was doubtful, he tried anyway but the rain was still affecting his ability mostly to produce heat 

“it looks like i’ll have to try it another time when it’s not raining. now, we should get inside before you get sick, my love.”

he makes sure you’re all showered and dry and comfy before getting relaxed with him under a blanket 

at this point you’re glued to his left side because of how warm he is 

he’ll even raise the temperature a little higher so it feels like the blanket just came out of the dryer and you feel so comfortable 

it makes you fully relax as you doze off on him with the soothing sound of rain hitting the building in the background

he sees you struggling to stay awake, “you can fall asleep on me if you like, baby.”

he rubs your back with his warm hand and kisses your head, effectively making you succumb to sleep 

midoriya

he seems like someone who would be spooked by thunder and lightning claps

so you’d most likely be the one comforting him during a storm

and he definitely doesn’t like you going outside in that kind of weather

he’s afraid you’ll get struck by lightning

however, he wants to beat this fear of storms because he might have to fight a villain during one and he wants to be prepared for anything 

so he starts practicing kicks outside whenever it rains 

more like every time it rains 

and he’ll be out there for a while, just trying to improve his mobility in the rain 

which is not out of character for him

even before you started dating, you knew that he was persistent and didn’t give up so easily 

it’s both a good and bad quality to have 

the bad being that he doesn’t know when to quit, even when his body is telling him to do so

you felt a little hypocritical about dragging him out of the rain like he’s done to you 

but this wasn’t so much about the rain than about what he’s doing to himself 

once you finally get him inside and make sure a hot shower, warm clothes, and some tea are in order 

 he’s very grateful for how much you take care of him

“thank you, sweetie. i know i can push it too hard sometimes but i do appreciate what you do for me. you should try training out in the rain too sometime though!”

it’s hard not to smile at his undying enthusiasm

you agree to go out with him next time but for the time being, you’d rather stay inside and listening to the storm with him

even though he trains outside in the rain now, it doesn’t change him getting jumpy from the thunder claps

but luckily, he has you to snuggle into him to look forward to

bakugo

he doesn’t understand your fascination of heavy rain and thunder 

meanwhile he’s literally out like a light during storms

he’s used to loud noises like that given his quirk so it never bothers him

it can keep you up though because you just love to watch it

so he doesn’t love to share a bed with you during a storm as he just wants to sleep 

more like he just wants you to sleep next to him instead of watching some stupid rain 

“hey, dumbass. quit staring out the window and come lay next to me!” 

he literally has to drag you to bed so you don’t stay up too late

he’ll hold you tight against his body to try to get you to relax and go to sleep

but then you’ll start squirming in his hold and feeling those movements against him makes him blush

“why are you so fidgety, you idiot?”

he ends up laying on top of you, which is perfectly fine because it’s one of his favorite ways to cuddle you anyway

he will not, however, run around like an idiot outside in the rain

he also doesn’t even care that midoriya is training outside in the rain because what villain would be dumb enough to attack in a thunderstorm?

he usually has to go out to reign you in at some point 

and one time when he finally caught you by your wrists, he couldn’t help but notice how attractive you were in that moment

your hair drenched was and stuck to your neck 

and he was mesmerized by the droplets of rainwater running down to pool in your heaving collarbones 

he felt the need to pull you in for a kiss with his hands holding either side of your head

he was definitely the stupidest thing he had ever done but the way you looked at him after the heated kiss was all worth it

unfortunately, he got sick after that and blames you for all of it but he feels lucky that you’re there to take care of him

kaminari

he likes them but mostly because he feels “more powerful” due to the lightning

so he’s more of a heat storm person that likes to watch the lightning behind the clouds

he can get a little too overzealous about it, “what if i could bend lightning like in avatar? wouldn’t that be the coolest, babe?” 

you point out that he can already bend lightning but he thinks that ‘electrification’ doesn’t sound as cool

sometimes he attributes your attraction to him to your love of thunderstorms and lightning

you had never really made the connection and you always tell him that he’s just a cute and sweet boy that love you too

he also can get a little jumpy with the thunder because sometimes it’s really loud and you never know when the loud ones are going to hit

he’ll try to keep himself from getting too scared 

but then he sees how midoriya’s s/o is when midoriya gets jumpy with the thunder 

so sometimes he’ll exaggerate his shivers and jumps when you’re cuddling him during a storm so you’ll get even closer to him 

then the warmth and weight of your body against him makes him blush

he’d be the most willing to go out into the rain with you

let’s face it, the real reason you’re dating him is that you’re both idiots

one time he decides to try to bend the lightning from the storm and just caused a huge explosion 

thank god you were with him because he ended up short circuiting and would’ve been left out there alone 

it took a lot of your energy to get him back home and you nearly collapsed once you had returned

he felt really bad after that and apologized profusely for putting you in danger

you also ended up falling ill after that so he made sure that you were well cared for 

he brought you all your favorite snacks and things but made sure you were drinking water 

and he got you a white noise machine that played heavy rain and thunderstorm sounds so that you would get adequate rest 

even if he can’t exactly lightning bend, he still makes you just as happy as storms do

welcome back to bnha night! request some ideas..

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki headcanon #midoriya x reader #midoriya fluff #midoriya headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo headcanons #kaminari x reader #kaminari fluff #kaminari headcanon #request #requested #tommybaholland

[spine-buster]

peaceful easy feeling ft. b.boeser | three

A/N: Thanks again for your positive feedback on this mini-series!  Please keep those canon questions coming as you guys know I loooove answering them to help build the canon!  This one is a short one but it will be made up for by the last two chapters.

CONTENT WARNING: parents with disease/sickness (Parkinson’s); swearing; sex; alcohol use; lots of emotions.

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Brock and Grace were having fun.  Actual, genuine, real fun.  Whenever they were together, they were smiling and laughing and kissing and having a good time.  They’d go out to eat at Vancouver’s best restaurants.  They’d take walks in parks or along the seawall.  They’d get coffee at cute little cafés and munch on bespoke cookies or donuts that would make Brock complain about extra hours in the gym.  They’d invite Elias and Svea with them and it would be great, because they were great, and they’d all just be constantly laughing.  Grace and Svea got closer – much closer.  Elias and Brock were tearing it up for the Canucks.  Grace and Svea would go to bars for a glass of wine before going to games together.  They’d cheer and clap and sing along with all the songs being blasted throughout the arena.

Fun.  Life was fun.  

***

“How do I bite it?!” Brock was incredulous at the size of the cupcake Grace got him.  It was bigger than his jaw could open.  Elias and Svea were already ready with their damn phones to film him.  “I can’t…” he tried to bring it up to his mouth.

“Just put the whole thing in your mouth!” Grace exclaimed.

“That’s what she said,” Elias mumbled, only to garner a disapproving mother look from Brock and a slap on the arm from Svea.  “What!  Isn’t that the joke?!”

“Don’t be crass,” Svea chastised before focusing her attention back on Brock.  “Just bite the thing, Brock.  Just…just stuff it in there,” he pretended to do the motion herself.

“Again, that’s what she said.”

Grace hit Elias too this time.  

***

“You can get us reservations to Hawksworth?” Svea asked in shock.  

Grace nodded casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world to get a reservation at Vancouver’s best and most exclusive restaurant.  “The Gillespie’s own the Rosewood Hotel Georgia.”

“You do?”

Grace nodded again before sucking back on an oyster.  “When do you want to eat there?”

“Oh, I – I don’t know.  Can I get back to you?”

“Of course!  Just let me know.”

“Wow Grace,” Svea said.  “You really do have the world at your fingertips.  Vancouver especially.”

Grace shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s a blessing and a curse.  I can’t go anywhere without running into someone that knows my dad or knows who I am and thinks they know me.  It’s even worse when they knew my dad a long time ago and only ask about how he’s doing with his Parkinson’s now.  Most of the time they don’t even truly care.  And I’d trade it all in, every single penny, if it meant my dad never got Parkinson’s.”

Svea couldn’t imagine living that kind of life.  She didn’t know how Grace did it – or Brock, for that matter.  She would be a sobbing mess on the floor every single day.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be insensitive when I—”

“Oh God no.  No no no – you don’t need to apologize.  I just…” Grace paused, trying to collect her thoughts.  “I know how fortunate I am, believe me.  I just don’t think people know that – that I know I’m fortunate.  But Parkinson’s – any chronic illness – it really humbles you.  Most people don’t know what that’s like.  And like, thank God they don’t.  But they think they know.”

All Svea could do was nod her head and listen.

***

Whenever Brock sent a text that said ‘come over and watch a movie’ Grace knew what that really meant.  But instead of finding it lewd, she’d slather on some raspberry chapstick and be on her merry way to Brock’s apartment.

When they were done, and lying in bed together, with her head on his chest and her hair sprawled everywhere, that’s when the talking would begin.  “How’s your dad doing?”  “Are the new round of meds working?”  “Is he having more trouble getting up now?”  “What are the doctors saying?”  “How’s his memory?”  “How’s the swallowing?”  “Are the doctors recommending speech therapy?”  

“When I quit dance, my dad was so disappointed,” Grace revealed one night as Brock was running his hands through her hair.  “It was the only thing I was ever really, really good at.  I wasn’t the best in school.  I just didn’t get things the way other kids did.  And when I told him the reason, he made me promise I’d keep doing dance in some capacity.  I maybe wouldn’t do it super-competitively anymore with him driving me all around BC and flying me all over Canada and the US to attend competitions, but I’d still do it.  That’s why I teach at the Goh Ballet.  Like…I know I’m not the smartest girl in the world, but I like to think I have a big heart.  And I just hope that people see that.”

“I wear number six because it was my dad’s number,” Brock revealed too, one night when they were alone.  “I wanted…I wanted to make sure that if he wasn’t around, my career would still honour him in some way.  I want that to be my legacy…like, everything I do, I do for my dad.”

Grace nodded.  She completely understood.  “I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who knows and understands exactly what I’m going through,” she said.  “Do you think it was fate that brought us together at that meeting?”

Brock found himself nodding his head automatically.  “Of course,” he said softly.

***

“I’m sorry we couldn’t have you at the house for dinner, Brock, but our chef is on vacation,” Eliza Carmichael, Grace’s mom, smiled from across the table as she sipped on her glass of wine.  From beside her, her husband, Grace’s step-dad James kept perusing the menu, as did Grace’s two step-brothers, Jasper and Theo, who were seated at opposite heads of the table.  

“Oh that’s no problem at all,” he smiled politely, grabbing Grace’s hand underneath the table and squeezing it gently before putting it in his lap.  “I actually come here with the boys sometimes.  The food here is amazing.”

“It is, isn’t it?  James knows the head chef,” she said.  “Grace tells me you’re a hockey player.”

It was at that point that James put down his menu.  “Honey, he plays for the Vancouver Canucks.  We’ve been over this.”

Eliza rolled her eyes playfully before picking up her menu.  It was only at that point that Brock noticed the giant rock on her finger.  It was the size of his eyeball.  “Grace tells me you live in Shaughnessy,” he said, trying to make polite conversation.  “I hear that’s a beautiful neighbourhood.”

“Oh, it is.  Perfect place for the quiet life hockey player’s lead,” James joked.  Brock forced out a chuckle.

***

“I love this song!!!” Grace exclaimed as the DJ began to play some old school Rihanna.  She downed the rest of her drink and slapped the glass against the bar before grabbing Brock’s arm with one hand and Svea’s hand with the other, knowing that Svea would, on instinct, grab Elias’s arm and drag him to the dance floor too.

The club was completely unstuffy.  There were no girls dressed to the nines, no four-inch stiletto heels digging into Grace’s feet, no people showing up just to be seen in booths with bottle service.  It was completely unpretentious and that’s how Grace liked it.  Considering her lifestyle and her wealth, it was actually how she liked everything.  So when the DJ began playing pop songs, she couldn’t help but start dancing uncontrollably.  To his credit, Brock did too.  It was like he lost all his inhibitions and began moving his body in tune with the music.  Even Elias and Svea did, and Grace knew how…well, quiet they were.  This wasn’t their scene at all but they were having the time of their life dancing with each other, spinning each other around and moving to the beat of the music.  

For at least a night, Grace could forget.  She could forget how her parents used her to get back at one another during an awful divorce.  She could forget her mom re-married an equally as nice guy as her dad but became more pretentious as the years went on and the wealth accumulated.  She could forget that she made the decision to quit dancing professionally.  She could forget her dad had Parkinson’s.  For one night, everything was perfect.  Everything was fun.  Everything was how it should be.

***

“Fuuuuck, baby,” Brock groaned as he watched Grace climb on top of him, leaning forward so she could press his breasts up against his face.  He immediately took the opportunity to place wet, open mouth kisses all over her breasts, kissing down to her nipples before taking them in his mouth.  He could feel her grab his cock and lower herself onto it, sighing at the feeling of him filling her up.  “Feel good?”

“You always feel amazing,” she smiled, her hair falling around her face.  “That’s why I can’t stop fucking you.”

Brock chuckled, a cocky smile on his face as he reached up and brought Grace’s face down so he could kiss her and stick his tongue down her throat.  “Ride me, baby,” he mumbled against her lips.

Grace began rocking her hips back and forth, her body moving so expertly and so in tune with Brock’s.  Almost immediately, she began to moan, and Brock grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers so she’d have something to brace against.  Brock was in a trance – as he usually was when Grace was riding.  He was completely and utterly transfixed by her in every sense of the word, and in every way; from the hair on her head to the red nail polish on her toes.  

“God, I fucking love you, Grace.”

The words had barely escape Brock’s mouth before he realized the magnitude of what he said, how he said it, and when he’d fucking said it.  God, he was such a fucking idiot!!!!!  During sex?!  Really?!  Way to live the cliché Brock Boeser!  Way to be a fucking idiot and—

“I fucking love you too, Brock,” he heard Grace say, a smile adorned on her face.  The both of them giggled, and couldn’t stop giggling for a while even though she was still riding him.  It was miraculous.  “Way to say it for the first time while I’m riding you,” she joked.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said.  

“You’re lucky I love you, because that’s such an amateur move, Brock.”

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[leossmoonn]

Christmas Shenanigans [Peter Parker]

masterlist 

peter parker x fem!reader

type - fluff

note - in the spirit of christmas, i wrote tis cute lil imagine. enjoy!

summary - you spend christmas eve with Peter and do some fun activities :) 

warnings - lil suggestive 

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Peter! I’m here!” You shouted while walking through his apartment. You saw May in the kitchen. 

“Hey, Y/n! Merry Christmas Eve!” May smiled and came over to you, and gave you a hug. You smiled at her and hugged her back. 

“Merry Christmas Eve! I have a little something for you,” you pulled away and reached for your backpack. 

“Oh, Y/n! You didn’t have to,” May smiled as you got out the wrapped gift. 

You shrugged, “You’ve been a second mother to me ever since Peter and I were friends, even more since we started dating. Plus, I’m spending the whole day with my family tomorrow, so this is a good time to give you this.”

May chuckled, “Well, I have something, too.”

“Ooh, yay! Gift exchange!” You giggled and clapped your hands. May shared your enthusiasm by walking with a pep in her step to you. 

She handed you a medium-size box that had Santa wrapping paper on it. You handed May a little box, too, with Christmas tree wrapping paper.

You two opened it simultaneously. You gasped as you saw a a few face masks and a clay mask jar.

“Thank you so much, May! I love this!” You smiled. “Of course! I overheard you complain to Peter about not having a lot self-care products, so I got you some. Every girl needs at least a few of these 24/7.”

“Ah, I agree! Okay, open yours!” You pointed to the box who had been unwrapped, but not opened. 

May danced in place a little, gently opening the gift. She gasped and put her hand on her chest. Inside was a charm bracelet that had a seashell, May’s zodiac sign symbol, and a little circle charm that said ‘family’ with a heart. 

“Do you like it?” You asked, slightly anxious. 

“Oh, honey, I love it. Thank you!” May said, tears in her eyes. You chuckled as she gave you another hug. 

“You know, I haven’t had a charm bracelet since Peter’s parents died. Mary gave me a matching charm bracelet when we got really close, before her and Richard got married. After she passed, I had packed it away somewhere in all of  their things. Thank you so much, Y/n,” May smiled. 

“You’re welcome. Peter actually mentioned you liked charm bracelets when I asked him what you wanted for Christmas,” you explained. 

“Ah, gotta love that kid,” May smiled. 

“Agreed,” you smiled. “Speaking of him, where is he?”

“Hm, I think he and Ned went out somewhere. He should be back. He knows you’re here, right?” May asked. 

“Yeah, I texted him like, 15 minutes ago,” you pulled out your phone and frowned. 

On cue, the door opened and there appeared your boyfriend. He was out of breath, probably from running up the stairs to his apartment. He had a few gift bags in his hand, too. 

“Well, there is the man of the hour! Where have you been, Pete?” May asked. 

“Late Christmas shopping. I, uh, kinda forgot,” Peter laughed awkwardly, setting his backpack and the gifts down. 

“I thought you got kidnapped or something,” you teased. 

Peter turned to you and a big smile immediately came onto his face. He went over to you and engulfed you in a big hug. You relaxed instantly, melting into his embrace and putting your head in his shoulder. 

“I’m Spider-Man, babe, I can’t be kidnapped,” he whispered in your ear. 

You giggled quietly, pulling away and pecking his lips. Peter went to his gifts, handing a bag to May. 

“Aw, Peter, you shouldn’t have!” May smiled and grabbed it. 

“You would’ve yelled at me if I didn’t,” Peter snorted. May rolled his eyes, but smiled at she got her gift out. 

She held up a new spatula set. 

“Peter! This is just what I, well we, needed! Thank you! Now, I don’t have to buy anything,” May smiled. She hugged Peter and ruffled his hair. 

“You’re welcome, May. I have another gift for you, but you gotta open it tomorrow, when it's actually Christmas. And for you, I have loads of gifts!” Peter smiled at you.

You giggled, “Thank you, Petey.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, you two can run along. Keep the door open a little, I’ll be cooking dinner. Chilli okay for you, Y/n?” May asked.

“More than okay! Thank you!” You smiled. 

Peter took your hand, thanking May, and leading you to his room. 

Peter closed the door a little more than halfway, coming over to you and pressing a slightly needy, but sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. His hands snaked around your waist, walking backwards so you two fell on his bed. 

You pulled away and giggled, panting slightly. “Where did that come from?”

“I just missed you,” Peter said, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. He pulled away, getting your Christmas presents and putting them on the bed. There were two gift bags. You took off your backpack, taking out the couple of presents you got him. 

“Okay, um, here is one of yours,” you said, hanging him a small bag. 

“Yay!” Peter squealed like a little boy. You chuckled, putting your hand on his knee, anxiously waiting for him to open your present. 

Peter took out the tissue paper, gasping in excitement. He pulled out a medium-sized candle that you made. You had put your perfume scent and shampoo scent that Peter always said he loved.

“Y/n! OMG! I’m gonna light this up all. the. time,” Peter said.

“I’m glad you like it,” you smiled. “Like it? I love it! Okay, now open yours,” Peter said and shoved a big box in your face. You grabbed it, surprised by it’s weight.

You untied the ribbon and lifted the top fo the box. You gasped as you saw what the present was. It was a picture collage of you and Peter during Christmas times through the years. It spanned over the coarse of 11 years. You looked over the pictures, tears springing in your eyes as you saw pictures of you two from when you were 5 to literally the other day. You smiled as you saw the picture from last year, when you two finally started to date. In that picture, you two were kissing. That picture and the one from the other day were the only ones that had you kissing in them. You loved to see the development in your guys’s relationship over the years. 

“Do you like it?” Peter asked. 

“I love it, Pete. Thank you so much,” you sniffled. Peter put his hand up to your face, wiping a few tears that had fallen from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, Pretty Girl,” Peter said. You smiled softly and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I’m just really happy,” you said once you pulled away. Peter smiled, “Me, too, Okay, here’s a more personal gift that I got you.”

He gave you a little box that was wrapped. You unwrapped it, seeing that it was a white box. You took the top off, smiling even more when you saw the present. It was a silver necklace that had Peter’s name on it. 

“This is so cute! I see you’ve been paying attention to all the tik tok’s I’ve sent you,” you giggled. You leaned over again to kiss him. 

“Oh, I have. I also got a match one!” Peter said, taking out a silver bracelet. It had your name on it. 

“Ah! I love you,” you smiled at him. You put your necklace on, getting your phone out and seeing how it looked like on camera. 

“I love you, too. Sooooo, you said I have another gift for me?” Peter said. 

You giggled. “Yes I do, Petey.” You reached for your gift and handed it to him. Peter ripped it open, smiling excitedly as he saw you got him a Spider-Man watch. 

“This is awesome! I can’t believe I never even got one for myself,” Peter snorted. “Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome. I know how much you loooove Spider-Man,” you chuckled.

“Yes, indeed, I do,” Peter laughed. You helped Peter set the watch to the right time, putting it on for him. 

“This is so cool!” Peter squealed. 

“I’m glad you think so. I would’ve gotten you a Star Wars one, but I decided to get that one for Ned, and this one for you,” you shrugged. 

“Oh, he’ll love that,” Peter smiled. “I know. I'm an amazing gift giver,” you smirked. 

“That you are,” Peter said. He took you in his arms, laying down on the bed with you. You giggled, getting on top of him and straddling his waist.

“Trying to get lucky tonight, Parker?” You smirked. 

“Maybe,” Peter smiled. “Extra Christmas present?”

“Hm,” you hummed. You ran your fingers down his shirt, feeling his abs through the clothing. You leaned down, giving Peter a good view of your cleavage, as you were wearing a fairly low-cut shirt).

“Please,” Peter whined. You smiled and put your lips on his, kissing him slow and passionately. Peter put his hands on your waist, trailing down to your thigh. Before you two could go any further, you heard the laughter of children from outside. 

You pulled away, earning a grunt of annoyance from Peter. 

“OMG, Peter!” You exclaimed. 

“What?” Peter asked, setting his hand on your thigh. “You should dress up as Spider-Man and give kids candy canes and sing to them!” You exclaimed.

Peter made a face. “What? Why?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “Because, you are the “Friendly-Neighbourhood-Spider-Man”! Please? I’ll buy the chocolate and candy canes or whatever. Just go around the neighbourhood.”

“I don’t know, Y/n,” Peter said. “Oh, c’mon! You usually would be up for this! Please, it's for the kids. Plus, I’ll give you a treat,” you said, pouting. 

Peter smiled at you and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go and get my suit under my clothes. We can say goodbye to May and whenever we get the stuff, I’ll change into my suit.”

“Yay!” You exclaimed and clapped. You got off of his so he could go and get his suit on. He changed quickly, putting his jeans and sweatshirt on over. He grabbed his backpack, going out of his room with you. 

“Hey, May, Peter and I are gonna go to the store and get some candy,” you said. 

“Alright! Stay safe please. Call me if you need anything!” May said from her room. 

“Will do! Bye!” You exclaimed. “Bye, May!” Peter said. 

You two went out of the apartment, running down the stairs and going outside. You two went to the gas station, getting candy canes and chocolate. Once you got outside, Peter took his clothes off, putting his Spider-Man mask on. 

“Are you cold in that?” You asked him as he put his regular clothes in his backpack.  “Nah, the suit has a heater,” Peter said. “Wow, lucky. I'm freezing,” you chuckled, bouncing up and down to make some heat. 

“Aw, baby, you should’ve told me. Here, stay next to me, I’ll keep you warm,” he said, putting his arm around you. 

You put your hat over your ears and smiled up at him. “Thank you. Now, ready to get your Christmas on?”

“Yes!” Peter smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. 

You giggled and you walked around the neighbourhood, knocking on people’s doors. 

“Hello, may I help you?” The first door you knocked on opened quickly. 

“Hi! I’m Spider-Man and this is my assistant!” Peter said. 

“Yes,” you chuckled. 

“We’re just going around the neighbourhood to wish you Merry Christmas and give you some gifts,” Peter said and held out a few chocolate packs and candy canes. 

The woman at the door smiled and took the treats. “Thank you! Do you mind if I get my son? He is a big fan of yours.”

“No, not at all!” You smiled. 

The woman went into the house, son returning with a little boy. The little boy gasped. “Spider-Man!”

“Hey, buddy!” Peter crouched down. “Have you been good this year.” The little boy nodded with a wide smile. 

“Good. I gave your mom a few treats for you and your family. I wish you all a Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you so much. Do you mind if we take a picture?” The little boy’s mom asked. 

“Not at all,” Peter said. You moved out of the way, the little boy standing next to Peter. The mom took the picture, gesturing for the little boy to come back inside. 

“Thank you so much, again. This definitely made his Christmas.”

“It’s not problem, ma’am. Have a good night!” Peter said and waved. 

“You, too!” The woman smiled. The little boy waved at you two before the woman closed the door. 

You went by Peter’s side again, “See? Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yes, it was,” Peter said, putting his hand around you. 

You smiled and put your head on his shoulder, going to the next house. You and Peter did this for an hour and a half, going through all the houses and apartments, taking pictures with the kids. You two reached the last house finally, saying goodbye and wishing them a Merry Christmas. 

Peter put his clothes back on and you two went back into his apartment. You noticed May sleeping on the couch, and chilli on the stove. You two took off your coats and shoes, going over to the chilli. 

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you said, leaning on him as you got yourself chilli. 

“Of course, baby. It was really fun,” Peter smiled. He kissed your head, nuzzling his cheek onto the top of your head. 

“Good, I’m glad,” you said. You two walked into Peter’s room. You two set the bowls onto his desk. Peter changed out of his Spider-Man suit, putting back on his underwear. But before he could put on the rest of his clothes, you took his hand and pushed him on the bed. 

Peter smiled wide and you smirked, climbing on top of his lap. 

“Merry Christmas, Peter Parker,” you whispered, capturing his lips into a kiss. 

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[forehead-enthusiast]

Unmasked

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: spiderman!au, fluff, a smidge of angst i suppose?

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: This night is weird and it’s only getting weirder. Still, you can’t just leave a beat up hero to die.

A/N: I can’t lie I loooove this concept! I might play around with more hero!aus in the future, and possibly write more about spidey!mark!! I really hope you like this fic~ 

You sat up suddenly, awoken by a loud clang outside your window. Morning was still hours away, and the only light in your room came from the yellow street lamps outside. You were almost too sleepy to care, and were about to flop back onto your pillow when you heard another, smaller clang. You sighed and threw off your bedsheets. Now awake enough to be intrigued, you grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight. You approached the sound cautiously, and shone some light on the source.

Spiderman, the local hero, was laying on the fire escape outside your bedroom.

You blinked, shocked at the sight, before realizing how torn up his suit was. And how ragged his breathing was. And how much blood had seeped into the already-red fabric. And how the exposed skin was purple with bruises.

All caution thrown out the window, you immediately knew you had to help.

“S-spiderman? Sir?”

He barely moved at the sound of your voice, which only stressed you more. You reached out to gently touch him. He flinched, but couldn’t fight it, even on reflex. You took hold of his arm carefully, and started pulling him up as best you could.

“Um, Mr. Spiderman, I’m going to help you. I-if that’s okay.”

One of his eyes peered through a tear in his mask, out of focus, then closed slowly. You tried again to lift him, only to fail, and decided you’d have to go to him. As quickly and quietly as you could, you hurried to get a first aid kit and whatever bandages you could find and clambered out the window with little to no grace.

The metal of the fire escape clattered in a way that made you cringe, and you prayed you hadn’t woken up your parents. After a second of tense listening, you returned your focus to the incredibly injured man before you.

He was smaller than you’d imagined him to be. You’d never seen him in person after all, let alone this close, but on a TV screen he always seemed so… big. Powerful. The news always vilified him as some vigilante, but now he was shivering before you, barely conscious. Your heart ached. He was just a person. Doing his best to tackle things beyond him for the good of everyone else.

You shook the distress from your mind. As admirable as his morals were, his body was of greater concern now.

“S-spiderman? Spiderman?” He didn’t respond, but you asked permission anyway. “I’m really sorry, I know you wear a mask for a reason, but this is an emergency.”

You yanked gently on the mask, finding where it ended, and slipped it off entirely.

Somehow, somehow, you managed to be even more shocked in an already absurd situation.

“…Mark?!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, having yelled without thinking. Finally, he stirred. Hearing his name startled him far more than anything else, and his gaze finally honed in on you.

“Y-y/n?”

He tried to scramble into a sitting position, floundering for his mask, but winced in pain.

It was impossible to comprehend the scene before your eyes. Mark Lee, the boy who gave the most awkward English presentation ever witnessed, the boy who stuttered every time you asked him a question in Chem, the boy whose broken glasses never stopped slipping down his nose, was sitting in front of you now, battered and bloodied, in an all-too-familiar red and blue suit.

He groaned, snapping you out of your disbelief, and you reached out instinctively as he slumped back against the railing. Your hands paused before touching him, unsure of where you could touch that wasn’t injured. His eyes flicked back to you, alive with recognition and pain and above all, fear. He was helpless, exposed. For all he knew, this could be it for him. His identity, his most vulnerable possession, discovered by someone who actually knew him. Your chest tightened as you saw him desperately looking around, trying to formulate an escape plan.

You extended a hand towards his face, halting when he flinched, before gently placing your fingertips against his cheek, on the tiny patches of unbroken skin. 

His eyes met yours.

“It’s okay, Mark.” You whispered. “Everything's going to be okay.”

Somehow, he knew you weren’t lying. Maybe it was the tremble in your voice, or the compassion in your eyes, or the way your cool fingertips felt like snow against the burning surface of his skin, but he knew. He relaxed, and you hurried to get out the antiseptic.

“Could I…” You were rapt as he began to speak weakly. “Could I… have some water? Please?” His face crumpled with a small grin, and suddenly he was just your lab partner again, despite the blood dripping off his chin. You nodded, and returned a few moments later with a bottle of water and a granola bar. “Just in case you were… hungry, or something.” It was hard to tell with the bruising, but his eyes seemed to light up at the sight. He chugged down half the water in one gulp, and fiddled with the wrapper of the granola bar with his gloved hands before sheepishly having you open it for him. Seeing him eat half of it in one bite helped you relax a smidge.

“These were my favorite when I was younger.” He chewed slowly, ignoring the taste of blood in his mouth. “Mm, I’m alive again.”

Debatable.

Still, he was at least conscious enough to wince at the antiseptic stinging every cut on him. Even though you knew it was necessary, you felt guilty for inflicting even more pain on him. You couldn’t imagine how someone could possibly get so brutally injured. Every time you shakily wrapped up a wound, he’d shift ever so slightly, and you’d notice another patch of spreading blood you needed to address. 

Mark flushed as you instructed him to shed some of his clothes so you could better access the cuts scattered across his back. You'd gotten chills for a moment. All across his back were scars. Patches of tough tissue that would never fully fade- you didn't have to be a doctor to know that. And on top of all the old scars, a new layer of fresh injuries. You swore to yourself you wouldn't let these scar too. 

It was on the third bandage you realized just what you’d made him do. You fumbled over some bandages as you looked at his bare back, astounded at yourself for managing to ask him to strip. You hadn't given it a second thought at the time, but now you were flushing fiercely, trying futilely to put bandages on him while avoiding touching him. This was not the time to think about how you were with a half naked (shockingly muscular) boy in the middle of the night! You pinched yourself, frustrated that you were concerned with such a stupid thing at a time like this.

Mark, more used to pain than someone his age should be, was possibly even more concerned with that “stupid thing” than you were. He flinched every time your fingertips slid across his stinging skin, more at your touch than the pain. In all his time swinging around town, he’d never been in a situation remotely like this before. Everything about this moment was strange- his identity had been found out, by you of all people. You were treating his wounds, and for once he felt completely at peace. That last sensation was the strangest of all. Ever since he’d started working to protect the city, he’d felt on edge. He’d always be peeking out the corner of his eye for a car flying at him, or for some building to be crumbling a few blocks away. Right now he just… looked straight ahead, at the hazy amber lights of the city he never got to admire. 

He could’ve fallen asleep to the rhythm of your hands touching him, he was so wholly relaxed. He might’ve, if you hadn’t tapped him on the shoulder.

“...Mark? I’m done with your back.”

He slid his suit up slowly, and turned his gaze to you as you picked up some of the wrappers and bits of cotton that had gotten scattered. You could feel him staring, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You’d let senseless worry guide you through the last however many minutes it had taken you to patch him up, but now that his life wasn’t in imminent danger, you couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Thanks.”

You finally looked up, a sigh of relief escaping you when you heard his voice, still quiet but much steadier. He smiled just slightly, the cut on his lip still aching as he did. No matter how fully you understood who he was, you still found yourself bewildered by the juxtaposition of Mark’s sweet face and the blood stained suit below it. 

“No problem, I'm sure I should be thanking you. Are you…” You knew he wasn’t okay, but what else could you ask?

“You should see the other guy,” he joked, but upon seeing the concern in your eyes, continued a bit more seriously, “Don't worry, I'm used to it. It happens, like, every other month or so. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“That just makes me worry more.”

He chuckled, and carefully scratched the back of his neck.

“I guess that’s, um… the normal response to that.” He fell silent, surprised that someone cared. You suddenly imagined grabbing a baseball bat and beating up anyone who made him feel that being hurt was normal. You wouldn’t say that you were close friends with Mark by any means, but still, if you would’ve imagined his problems before tonight, you would’ve imagined him missing the bus or forgetting to study for a test or trying to ask someone out- normal teenager things. Not this. Your mind swam with images of him putting his life on the line, pushing himself too far for a city that was always ungrateful. How many times had he patched himself up alone? How many times had he been unable to reach the wounds on his back? How many times had you spoken to him, not noticing how much pain he must've been in?

You fixed your gaze on the floor. The metal bars beneath you began to blur, and you cursed the tears that threatened to escape. It’s not like you had any right to cry when you were sitting there in your pajamas, completely unharmed, undoubtedly thanks to the injured boy in front of you.

“Y/n?” Mark’s eyes, swollen as they were, widened as he realized what was happening. He lurched forward, then cried out in pain. Wounds don’t heal in seconds, which he knew by now, but he couldn’t think about anything besides wanting to comfort you for whatever was making you sad.

You caught him before he could land face first against the metal you both were sitting on, and you tensed to feel his weight in your arms. His eyes met yours, and you held on carefully, too scared and not strong enough to move him any which way. He didn’t tear his gaze from yours as he opened his mouth to speak, only an inch away from you.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not- I’m not crying.”

“Why are you crying?”

Tears dropped onto your pajama shirt as you shook your head in obviously fake denial. 

“...I don’t get why you have to get hurt. It’s not fair.”

His breath caught as the teardrops spilling from your eyes became trails of sadness on his behalf. As carefully as he could, he lifted his arms to wrap around you and pull you into his shoulder- a hero through and through. It only made you more frustrated, to know that someone this selflessly kind was being bludgeoned and nearly killed by heartless people regularly.

“It’s not all bad, you know,” he spoke lightly, patting your head slowly. “There are really cool parts. I’m really, really strong. I could probably hold, like, an elephant. One in each hand, if there were two around.” He smiled as he felt you laugh against him. “I can stick to stuff. That… doesn’t sound that cool, but it is, I swear. It’s really cool. And I can swing across buildings, which is maybe my favorite part.” 

He turned to look at your red eyes and weak smile and pushed some hair off your face.

“Maybe... I can take you with me sometime?"

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he could tell how much it enticed you.

“It’s a promise, okay? As a thank you for helping me tonight.”

You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder. The tears were still flowing, and Mark put aside his shyness to speak quietly. His words were low and careful, rustling through your hair.

"I chose to do this. No one's making me. I'd feel so much worse knowing I could be helping people but wasn't. Sure, I might get a little hurt sometimes, but if I manage to save a life because of that? It's all worth it, y/n. I know they don't like me very much in the news, but I still want to fight for all of them- all you people who can't stand up to a supervillain. I'll always fight for you." His eyes widened. "I-I meant that as like, not you as in you specifically, I meant like you as in like you guys, the people who live here. Of course, it's not like I'm not fighting for you? Anyway, um, yeah. I won't tell you… not to worry, but I wanted to say that."

You sighed, uncontrollably comforted by his soft voice in your ear. Wordlessly, you nodded into his shoulder, too emotionally exhausted to be reserved. That is, until a moment later, when you realized you’d cried to, buried your face into, and hugged Mark within the span of a few minutes. Then you suddenly remembered how to feel embarrassed. You rubbed your eyes hastily with your sleeves, acutely aware of his arms still around you.

“I-I’m really sorry. For being weird. And kinda losing it.”

“I don’t mind. It’s… It’s kind of nice, knowing that somebody will cry for me. O-of course, it’s not like I want you to cry or anything, I didn’t mean it like that, I just, I dunno, like-”

You laughed brightly, feeling the most at ease you had all night at the sound of his awkward rambling. 

A warm silence followed, and his arms grew anxious hovering around your waist.

“Can I hug you again?”

You blushed, but weren’t about to turn down a request from the boy who saved lives on the regular. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Maybe some part of you just selfishly wanted to hold him close again. Who could say for sure? You opened your arms and welcomed him into your embrace. It was clear he was still exhausted and weak, but he held you tightly, far tighter than you’d ever imagined your classmate was capable of. It was almost hard to breathe, but that actually relieved you. If he was this strong at his lowest, maybe he really could take on all the bad guys that roamed the streets.

“...Mark?”

“Mm?”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone who you are. I wouldn’t dream of it. You can count on me to keep it a secret." You squeezed him as much as you felt was safe, feeling the outline of bandages through his suit. “You can count on me to help you if you get hurt again. And you can count on me to cry every time. Whether you want me to or not.”

He laughed softly, and you could feel his warm breath against your neck, chilled by the night breeze.

“But if you don’t want me to cry, please don’t get hurt anymore,” you whispered.

“I can’t promise that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You woke up as the sun began to rise, and flinched to find yourself still in Mark’s arms. For a moment, you paused, watching the pink light fall on his features, which looked serene despite the bruises settling in. Your back ached from laying on the metal fire escape all night, and you pitied the sleeping figure beside you, who’d feel even worse once he was awoken. Still, you couldn’t just leave him there.

“M-Mark. It’s morning. You gotta get home before your aunt calls the police.”

He grinned drowsily, a lazy hand reaching up to pat your cheek.

"This dream again?"

A second passed while you mulled over that question, then his eyes snapped open.

“What time is it? What’s going on? Where am I?”

“It’s okay! It’s still early, you’re at m-my house.”

“Oh… right. Honestly,” he smiled, halfway bashful and halfway still asleep, “Last night, when I first saw you, I thought I had died and you were an angel.”

You hoped the sunrise would disguise the glow on your cheeks. A sleepy Mark was a dangerous one. 

“S-sorry, just me.”

“Even better.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond to that, and he didn’t even seem to realize he’d said it. He stretched as much as his injuries would allow, stiff from the uncomfortable way he’d slept. He patted around for his mask, and slid it on, tattered as it was. In the morning light, you could see the tufts of hair that poked out from the tear near his eye, and the sight made you smile without thinking. He stood up, only groaning a bit as his spine loudly cracked.

“Thanks for everything, y/n. This was… uh. Nice? It was nice, I think. I don’t know what else to call it.” Even though you couldn’t see most of his face, you could picture his sheepish expression. It was strange how close you felt with him after a single night, but you supposed that was just the effect that life threatening injuries, shocking identity reveals, and emotional embraces tended to have.

“I feel the same way, Mark.”

He made a motion as though he was pushing up his glasses, only to realize he wasn’t wearing them. He ended up poking himself in the eye, letting out a soft, “Ow.” It was so positively endearing you thought your heart might just stop. In a moment of impulse, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to the cloth covering his face, right where you imagined his mouth might be.

“Y/n, w-why-”

“Drop by if you need patching up, Spiderman. I’ll see you at school.” Your face nearly matched the color of his mask as you cut him off, too embarrassed to allow the conversation to continue.

“...Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you at school.”

His visible eye crinkled with a smile, and he jumped off your fire escape.

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[abarbaricyalp]

I looooved what you wrote for my first prompt!! I have another if you're down :D

How about Bucky starts talking about how hot/sweet/great he thinks Sam is in another language (not knowing Sam speaks it) but using an insulting tone so it wouldn't sound like he was complimenting him (possibly during an undercover mission, where Sam can't react to what he is saying) until Bucky goes on a "tirade" but really getting pretty graphic about what he wants to do to Sam or wants Sam to do to him, causing Sam to spit take or choke on his drink before Bucky catches on that he can understand and just dies on the inside until they finish the mission and Sam can respond <3 <3

Thanks again, Friend!

Always taking prompts <3

(never) Lost in Translation

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“Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,” Bucky breathed into the cold air as he curled his fingers around the stock of his rifle and shifted his hips against the rooftop. “То робостью, то ревностью томим; Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно--” [I loved you hopelessly and mutely, Now with shyness, now with jealousy being vexed; I loved you so sincerely, so fondly--"I Loved You" by Alexander Pushkin]

“Huh?” Sam asked on the other end of the comm line.

“Just trying to stay awake, Wilson,” Bucky answered. “Maybe you can sit out here and give your mouth frostbite.”

“Give it another hour or so and I’ll warm you back up, Barnes,” Sam promised and Bucky could hear the smile in his voice, which was enough to stave off the chill for a while longer.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know who made a nest of jackets and my mom’s blanket next to my hospital bed?” Sam asked at two in the morning when Bucky slunk back into the hospital room and the mess he’d turned the two small chairs next to the bed into.

Bucky considered continuing to sulk in the shadows in silence. But it was the first time Sam was awake in nineteen hours and he was pretty fucking sick of the quiet at this point. “Sarah brought the blanket,” he said. He leaned forward to reach for Sam’s hand, curling his fingers around the bandages and splints gently.

“Yeah, but I know Sarah’s not sleeping in my room. It can’t have been so long that you felt the need to move in, man.”

“I’m not moved in ,” Bucky defended. “Just didn’t know how long it would be. And it’s fucking cold in this building.”

“Wouldn’t know.” Sam tried to shift in the bed and let out a gasp of pain.

“Yeah, you probably don’t want to move too much. Figured you could work that one out on your own, with that big ass cast around your ribs,” Bucky said. But his brow was drawn in in worry and he brought his other hand to Sam’s hip, arching it gently over the thin fabric of the gown.

Sam relaxed back into the bed as much as he could. “I hate sleeping on my back,” he said.

“Sorry, I’ll be sure they accommodate that next time your ribs are sticking out of your skin.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Maybe a little,” Bucky agreed. “You’re gonna have to get over it though. You need to rest.”

“I’ve been asleep for a day,” Sam said. “Come on, can’t you believe I miss you?”

Bucky barked out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I don’t believe that at all. And you can’t miss me anymore than I miss you. I’m the conscious one.”

Sam preened and then his eyes drifted shut. Bucky squeezed his hand gently and began to hum under his breath until the flickering of Sam’s eyes settled down. “Que ce soit dimanche ou lundi / Soir ou matin minuit midi /Dans l'enfer ou le paradis /Les amours aux amours ressemblent /C'était hier que je t'ai dit /Nous dormirons ensemble,” he sang softly. Sam let out a soft breath and finally fell asleep. [ Whether it be Sunday Monday/ Evening ,morning, midnight, midday / Whether it be in hell, in paradise, /Love-affairs look like each other. /I said to you just Yesterday: /We shall sleep together. "Nous Dormions Ensemble" "We'll Sleep Together" Louis Aragon]

“I told you to cover Torres on the left!” Sam shouted as he landed heavily on the rubble of the street.

                                                                                       “أنت تعني الكثير بالنسبة لي” Bucky bit back. “You were in more trouble than he was. I told you to get out of the air.” [You mean so much to me]

 “I’m sorry,” Sam snorted. “Are you leading this mission? Are you Captain America all of a sudden?”

                                                                           “أنت تجعلني أريد أن أكون رجلاً أفضل” Bucky muttered. “I’ve always been the one with the brain cells when Captain America’s around.” [ You make me want to be a better man.]

 “For what it’s worth, guys, I’m fine,” Torres said. “Caught the bad guys. Didn’t get eaten. Alls well that ends well. Unless this is, like, foreplay or something for you two. In which case, I want to get back to the jet before you keep going.”

“Shut up, Torres,” Bucky snapped. “There’s a---thing behind you,” he added, exhausted and confused about what it was exactly that they were fighting. Torres turned around, too slowly, to stare at the limping creature of some underwater origin and Sam ripped the shield from his back to fling at the monster. With a squelch and a groan, it toppled over and the shield bounced back to Sam’s arm.

                                                                                           “إنك في غاية الجمال” Bucky breathed and rubbed his human hand over his face, smearing ash and sweat until it stung his eyes. “Torres, do an aerial scan for stragglers. Wilson and I’ll survey damage down here.” [ You’re so beautiful]

 “Oh, no, Wilson . You’re in trouble,” Torres laughed. He clapped Sam’s shoulder as he walked past and then shot into the sky when the area was clear enough to.

“You’re too hard on him,” Sam said as he started to kick over blocks of asphalt. “He’s a trained soldier, y’know. He’s not some helpless kid.”

 Bucky snorted and kneeled down to run his metal hand through a puddle of water on the ground, watching silver ripple across the current.                                                                  “مائة قلب لن يكونوا كافيين لحمل كل حبي لك” he said, and then, “He was never trained for those wings.” [ A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.]

 “He helped build those wings. He trained with Exo-Skeletons. The wings are in perfectly capable hands.”

“Make sure clean up takes samples of the water,” Bucky said. “I think there are organisms in there,” he said as he stood up and wiped his hand on his pants.

“How hard did you just have to work, after Torres put foreplay in your head, to not say orgasms?” Sam teased, shooting an easy, if slightly bloody grin, at Bucky.

                                                                                “أنت إشراقة شمسي يا حبي” Bucky sighed and shook his head. “Let’s get home. You obviously have a concussion.” [ You are my sunshine, my love.]

 “Hey, just ‘cause I’m funnier than you and know your depraved mind well enough to say something like that doesn’t make me damaged,” Sam said, jogging to catch up with Bucky.

“Does he talk?” villain-du-jour asked, appraising what was supposed to be the Winter Soldier but was really just Bucky bored out of his skull.

“If you want him to,” Torres said with a shrug. “Most people don’t.”

“See,” Sam said in Bucky’s earpiece. “I told you he’d kill this.”

And, unfortunately, Torres really was killing it. Torres seemed to be afflicted with the same dramatic streak that Steve had, in that Steve was everyone’s best-friend-ray-of-sunshine until shit got real. Or the mission required him to play some shady underworld super-assassin dealer, apparently.

“I heard he malfunctioned with Zemo,” unidentified baddie said cautiously. “I heard the programming had been washed out.”

Torres reached over to cuff Bucky against the back of the head. “Does he look deprogrammed? Do you think I’d be standing here if he was deprogrammed?”

Bucky had to fight not to let a glare slide over to Torres. He kept his eyes and his grimace set straight ahead. He’d feel better if there was a rifle in his hands.

“It’s not my fault Baron Zemo didn’t have the balls to control the Soldier. I assume that won’t be a problem for you. But, hey, I could be wrong. In which case, I’ll just take him back. Putting him on ice is easier the less time he’s out.”

“I’m glad he never decides to be such a shit with me,” Sam said. The bad guy said something else and Bucky fully tuned it out. “Hey, Barnes,” Sam said in his ear. “What’re you wearing?” he teased. Bucky’s jaw jumped. “One day, we’re gonna see how quickly I can get all that tac-gear off of you. Or maybe just the top half. The rest of you looks damn good in black.”

Bucky bit the side of his tongue, listened to the asshole across the room talk about not being able to communicate to lapsed partners since he only spoke English, about wanting to send a message, about how many languages the Soldier knew and if he talked while breaking bones.

“Do you think we do better undressing each other on the jet or off of it. Sure, there’s turbulence, but we also have all that adrenaline pushing us on. Besides, I know you like things hard. You wouldn’t like me so much if you didn’t.”

“Soldier?” Torres said at his side. “A sample of your voice.”

“ I’m gonna throw my partner across that table as soon as we kick all your asses ,” he said in Russian. “ He gets pretty fucking quiet when he’s getting dicked down well. It’s actually the only time he shuts up. ”

The hapless moron across the room looked delighted. “What about French?”

“ You’d think getting him down on his knees would work better but it never has for me. He’s always gotta have the last word in edgewise. Lengthwise, as it may be. No fuckin’ hair to grab onto either. You’ve just gotta listen to him .”

“Spanish?”

“ Probably won’t stop in here. I’ll drag him back to our jet and do it all over again. Or let him do it to me. I’m really not picky when it comes to him. Especially not when he’s wearing the uniform he is right now. I like getting it off of him as much as I like how it looks on him .”

“ Damn, dude, I speak Spanish ,” Torres hissed back in Spanish. “ Spare my ears, please .”

The arms-idiot grinned like a kid on Christmas. “Yeah, that’ll do. Your money’s in here,” he said, sliding a briefcase across the floor.

“Ready?” Sam asked in the ear piece.

“ We never speak of it again ,” Bucky said to Torres. “ If you tell him, I’ll drop your ass in Siberia. ”

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Torres said, gesturing over to the other man. Bucky went and got them, Sam coming down through a skylight and Torres taking care of the guards behind them.

“I was thinking about getting my own place down here,” Sam said. “Even if it’s just a one bedroom or something. You know, for when Buck’s here too.”

“Tu vas bouleverser les garçons,” Sarah answered. [You'll upset the boys]

“Huh?” Bucky asked, looking up from toying with a remote control airplane that had an unfortunate run-in with a tree.

“They’re still not in French classes?” Sam asked. “Isn’t AJ old enough?”

“He’s taking Spanish instead.”

“Traitor,” Sam said easily. “Cela n'a pas besoin d'être codé.” [This doesn't need to be encoded]

“Votre vie sexuelle fait.” [Your sex life does]

“Ha! Comme si.” [Ha! As if]

“Wait, you two know French?” Bucky asked. The airplane had been thoroughly forgotten.

“Sure, it’s one of two languages offered at our high school,” Sarah said. “Sam was obsessed with learning Creole so not only did he take French, he took AP French. And scored a five on the test. Hey, aren’t you a polyglot, technically?”

“What?” Bucky asked as dawning horror unleashed a flood of embarrassment through him. And, well, a bunch of other feelings too, which would require French to say aloud, apparently. He packed those away.

“I don’t know if there are qualifications, but I speak a few languages,” Sam agreed and he finally looked over at Bucky with a smirk. “English, French. A little Spanish. The Air Force gave us Russian lessons. I picked up Arabic overseas.”

Fuck, Bucky though. Merde. Maldita sea. Черт побери.

“He absorbs languages like a sponge,” Sarah said to Bucky. “AJ is pretty similar,” she added towards Sam. “His teacher says he’s the best in the class.”

“Of course he is,” Sam said. “He’s a Wilson.”

A timer went off and Sarah muttered lightly under her breath. “I’ve got to run and grab Cass from school. Can you stay here and get AJ off the bus?” she asked, already grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

“Bye, Sarah,” Bucky called after her before rounding on Sam as the door shut.

“Hey, you never asked,” Sam defended, leaning back against the counter. “And it never sounded like you wanted an answer when you were serenading me in French. Gotta wonder why you’ve got Russian poetry memorized though--Hey!” Sam yelped as Bucky crossed the living room to the kitchen and stood between his legs, hands on either side of his body on the counter.

“Ты должен был сказать мне раньше,” he breathed. Sam shivered against him. [You should have told me sooner]

“Pourquoi?” he asked, like he was in any way innocent. [Why?]

Bucky brushed his mouth along Sam’s neck, felt his pulse jump at the contact. “Tu sais ce que ça me fait,” he murmured. [You know what it does to me]

“Languages?” Sam asked as his hand found the small of Bucky’s back and then the rest of his spine, up to his shoulders, the seam of his metal arm, his ribs.

“You showin’ off,” Bucky corrected.

Sam hummed because he did know that. “It was more fun to watch you think you were getting away with something. You get real sweet when you think I can’t hear.”

Bucky nipped at his collarbone and Sam gasped out a breath, almost let it convince him to leave Bucky there, but eventually pushed him away. “I was serious about getting our own place. I will never emotionally recover if one of the kids walks in on me making out with you. I’m supposed to be typifying standards.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and pinched Sam’s side. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, but a smart one,” Sam said with a grin. “Which is apparently your type.

And, dammit, it was.

“By the way,” he added, “Clint taught me ASL, so I know what you tell him about me too.”

Bucky groaned and threw himself back over the couch.

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[ikeservant]

helleuuu i was hoping to plz request some i-want-a-baby crazy/pregnant MC+lord reactions/hcs with kenshin, mitsuhide, ieyasu, and mitsunari?? though any/all would be fascinating. loooove how you write these hunky lords~~ thank you in advance either way!! (sry for poor english ^^)

Thank you! I lowkey get baby fever with babies and cute lil kids and my mama bear instincts kick in so mc is relatable in this hc in that aspect >w<. I hope you enjoy!

Kenshin-

Baby fever mode: Kenshin noticed that every time he’d go out with mc she would be in a state of bliss when she saw a baby or a small child. He would be DRAGGED by her when she saw a baby, asking the mom how old the baby was and cooing over the baby while Kenshin just stared, not seeing the appeal over a weak and slobbery infant. Until he saw the eyes of mc light up as she cradled a friend’s baby did it click how much mc was in full mama attitude mode and how maybe he might want to have a baby of their own. It wasn’t until mc upfront asked him after waving goodbye to another baby on the street “Do you want kids someday?” Although he was hesitant with the idea of having children, especially with the possibility of losing mc during childbirth, mc’s face made it clear that one of her biggest desires is to be a mother. “Our children will be the greatest that ever lived.”

Pregnant mode: Ultimate executor of mc’s desires. Her wish is his command and is so involved in his sense of duty to provide to the love of his life and their baby that he does not get bothered by her crankiness. Will be super worried if she starts crying or winces in pain because anything that hurts his mc in any way is gonna pay the price! Would evaluate mc 24/7and satisfy her food cravings no matter how weird they were. Would be on Sasuke like butter on toast to recall any knowledge and procedures to help with pregnancy/childbirth bc he is so paranoid and worried for the now two things in his life. Their baby hasn’t been born yet but he has already sworn that he would absolutely die/kill for mc and their future baby.

Mitsuhide-

Baby fever mode: When one of the trusted castle staff had nobody to watch her baby as she had to run an errand, Mitsuhide noticed mc almost propelling herself forward and offering to babysit in a split second. He watched as mc took care of the baby, especially when she was amazed with every single thing the baby did. The baby just had to make a noise or clap their lil hands together and she’d be the most amazed person in the world (he actually got a bit jealous of the baby for that). He decided to get an embarrassed reaction out of her by saying “We might have to make some babies of our own to keep you amused like that, little mouse.”he’d suggestively smirk, expecting her to be caught off guard, except her enthusiastic “YES PLEASE” both surprised him and made him extremely happy on the inside. He never thought he deserved to have a family of his own but mc gave that hope and opportunity and he was gonna take it.

Pregnant mode: Probably noticed before mc did. Would have to tone it down on the teasing unless he wants to actually make his pregnant mc cry. Her workload would magically reduce drastically (maybe bc Mitsu convinced Nobunaga to give her time to relax). If her feet started to hurt he’d scoop her up and carry her because he didn’t want her feet to hurt anymore and her reactions are priceless. When taking her food craving order to Masamune, he loves to see his astonished and disgusted reaction to the strange food combos but would comply. Finds himself gazing at the baby bump, amazed how beautiful and fragile life is and how he will protect it no matter what.

Ieyasu-

Baby fever mode: When mc heard one of the castle staff talking about how her baby was getting sick a lot, she charged right in there and promised an arrangement to be made with THE doctor Ieyasu. Of course mc’s plea for checking on a sick baby is met with a begrudging yes cuz he has a kind heart and he knows mc is soft for babies. When the maid brought her baby in mc suddenly started to fawn over the baby before remembering why the baby was here. She would still tickle the baby’s foot and let the baby hold her finger to calm down. Ieyasu couldn’t help but gaze at her being so awestruck and loving to the baby. “We should have a baby, Ieyasu.” *cue Ieyasu getting a surprised coughing fit and blush*Would brush it off at first but at the end of the day would say yes, even though babies can be annoying and frustrating, he would bear that and love their child.

Pregnant mode: TBH would know mc was pregnant before she did. Would be the king of making tea and herbal remedies to combat morning sickness and get plenty of nutrients. Makes some good foot cream as well. He researches everything he can about pregnancy and worries constantly on the inside. Tones down his contrary remarks so mc doesn’t get upset and learns to be cool and hospitable more so than ever. Mc is always on his mind 24/7 and he’s constantly listing things to do to help her and ensure she and their baby will be the healthiest that they possibly can, working himself into a frenzy and feeling like he’s not doing enough, but mc reassures him he’s doing all he can. He never thought he’d ever find love, much less have a family with the love of his life, so he thanks the universe as he puts his hand on mc’s stomach as she’s sleeping.

Mitsunari-

Baby fever mode: One of the soldiers brought his baby to training, going to Mitsunari to explain that he couldn’t train because his wife was sick and couldn’t care for the baby that day. Mc heard the word baby and RAN to them. “I can watch the baby as you train!” “I do not want to trouble you, prince-“ “I WILL WATCH THE BABY”. Mc enthusiastically received the baby as the soldier went back to the lines. During break Mitsunari walked up to mc still watching the baby and noticed how overjoyed she was.“That was nice of you to watch his baby, mc.” “I kind of have baby fever right now so it works out for the best.” “Baby fever? Is that bad?” “Oh no it’s a saying for people that really love babies and really want a baby.” “Would the cure for baby fever be having a baby? If so, I’d love to do that.” “YES”

Pregnant mode: Definitely read through every single book possible about pregnancy and parenthood to be the best aid and father possible. He’s really good at strategizing and scheduling health plans for mc but execution wise is somewhat terrifying. Mc tactfully suggests for Masamune to make her meals after Mitsunari set the whole kitchen on fire. Mitsunari already has a tough time caring for himself and his health, but he takes mc’s pregnancy as seriously as a battle plan and is always careful around her. He wants to be as dependable as possible to mc and will be of greater focus than he is with himself. He will prevent her from tripping on anything but that doesn’t prevent himself from tripping. As long as mc and their baby will be safe and happy, he’d be willing to take on all the bruises and burns in the world.

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